Freaky Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

He was elbows deep under the hood of an old Ford pickup when his phone started buzzing on the workbench. Again. And again. At first, he ignored it. It was Friday morning—calls meant bad brakes or blown hoses. But by the third buzz in under two minutes, something twisted in his gut. He wiped his hands on a rag and grabbed the phone. 3 new messages. Rick: Bro. You see Layla’s I*******m? Jules (from the bar): Damn. So that’s why she was acting weird last week. You good?

Her legs were spread wide open, allowing me access to her most sensitive spot. Ria's breathing became erratic. She was looking straight up at the ceiling as she screamed, "Fuck me!" I stopped fingering her for a moment and kissed her on the lips. Then I shoved two fingers into her cunt.

Vasperia moaned and writhed and Raze cursed, going and moving faster, inserting his fore fingers in and out and she screamed. He stopped all of a sudden and she cried out at such a miss of contact, but Raze didn't give her time to murmur or complain as he buried his tongue in her clit. "Raze!!!! Oh baby, please baby!!" she cried out. He froze on the spot hearing her call her that and felt as If an electric current flowed through his body. Fuck!! She sounded so sexy right now that he growled and his eyes darkened and returned to his position, promising to give her heavenly sweetness so she could call him more sweet names like that.

“I’m going to fill this pussy again. Pump so much cum into you that it’ll be dripping down your legs when you leave this club. You’re going to smell like sex and stranger cum tomorrow.” Riana moaned brokenly, pushing back against him. “Do it. Breed me. Fill me until I’m overflowing.” The dirty words pushed both of them closer to the edge. Ryker fucked her faster, his balls tightening. He could feel her pussy starting to flutter again, hot and silky, gripping him perfectly. “Cum with me,” he growled.

I have the craziest friends in the whole world I screamed in their ears as we all started laughing again. Leaving my crazy friends I wanna go shower Don is such a tiger I said to them, “Yeah” my two crazy friends started screaming, "Alright, Lizzy, like how many times do you sleep with Him a day,” Coco asked rolling her eyes all over me with a naughty smile on my face, "Checking my head and thinking, Hmmm..... like hundred times a day, As often as possible with so many orals sex", I said to her, "Yess!!" and “How does it feel like” Coco continued,

One woman, one life, with his best friend as his rival for his mate's heart. Freakn' hell. An already messed up situation just got uglier. But the view got better as Ruth stepped from the water, her back to them, and probably unaware that the back of her white underpants were see-through. With matching groans, he and Kendrick sank deeper in the water. It seemed they'd need a moment before stepping out. Maybe two.

“Gonna make you scream.” “Fuck, Ryk,” Zane groaned, thighs trembling as Ryk’s mouth closed over the tip, sucking hard. His tongue swirled, teasing the slit, tasting the salt of pre-cum. Zane’s grip tightened in Ryk’s hair, urging him deeper. “Just like that… don’t stop.”

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

“Who said they had a new girlfriend yesterday?” “Errr ... you ... jealous?” Rizki asked carefully. Syila clutched her chest, she looked at Rizki with an extremely annoyed look. “What do you think?” “Sorry, Syil, it's not that I want to play with you, but——” Syila smiled sweetly. “It's okay, I'm not jealous either. After all, I've already told you, haven't I, that I'm not interested in dating before I'm twenty-five?”

Something forbidden. Music pulsed low from somewhere unseen, a bassline that vibrated beneath our feet and climbed up our spines. Lana’s grip on my arm tightened as her eyes swept the room—wide and masked, but hungry. To our left, a velvet sofa was already claimed. Bodies twisted across it, limbs tangled like ivy. A woman lay back, moaning, her gown torn open as a man kissed his way down her inner thigh. Next to them, another couple fucked with abandon, their sounds matching the beat of the music—raw, rhythmic, addictive.