Freaky Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

she said and giggled like the crazy teen she was I had just narrated what happened and she can't stop screaming to my ears "seriously gigi" I said and smiled then ate out of my french fries when ginger and her girls suddenly came to our table "I see you don't heed to advise" ginger said and crossed her arm under her breast while I munch on my French fries "what do you want now ginger?" Gigi asked "not you barbie I'm talking to this bitch here"she yelled and banged the table hard making all our snacks pour all over and gigi stood up abruptly "well am not the bitch here cause the last time I checked you were the slut who gives up her big wide hole to every dicks that comes your way" I yelled a

I could feel the tension in his grip where his fingers clutched the fabric near my chest. His head tilted back slightly to look at me. “Let go,” he said quietly. But he hadn’t moved his hand either. “Thought you were leaving,” I said. “I was.” “You’re not doing a great job of it.” “You are impossible.” “And yet you matched with me.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “You are insufferable,” he said. “Probably.” “You enjoy pushing people.” “Only the ones who push back.” The air between us felt heavier.

Then, she took her glistening fingers to her mouth and licked it off. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re soaked.” “Since the second you moaned my name.” Riri lowered her mouth. This time, it was close enough for her to feel the heat, not contact. “You know what makes me crazy?” she murmured. “Knowing I can break you with just my mouth.” Julie’s hips lifted. “Then fucking break me.” Riri went in. Tongue first as she licked her cunt. Julie gasped and threw her head back. “Shit—”

“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.”

Nails left crescent marks in the skin. “I’m — shit — ” Marcus pressed their foreheads together. His breathing came in harsh pants.“Come on. Let go.” Ethan shattered first. His back arched. A choked groan tore out of him as he spilled hot and thick over Marcus’s fist, streaking their stomach. The sight of it — Ethan’s release painting their skin — pushed Marcus over the edge seconds later. He came with a low, guttural curse. Hips stuttering. Adding messy stripes to the mess already there.

“Faster — yes — Riri… I’m gonna — gonna—” She gushed hard, the sheets beneath her soaked, sticky with the proof of her need. Her body shuddered violently, every nerve alight, every muscle trembling as waves of overstimulation crashed through her. Her skin flushed, heat and shivers intertwining, while Riri moved inside her with relentless precision. Riri’s tongue flicked over her most sensitive points, each motion teasing, probing, hitting the places that made her whine uncontrollably. Then, just as she was catching her breath, Riri plunged deep, slow strokes curling inside her, fingers tracing the slick path she had already made. Bruises and gentle bites blossomed along her inner thighs, sof

Some Crazy Coincidences Kristen smoothened the imaginary wrinkles from her black skirt, she hoped that she looked as official as she wanted to. She was pretty nervous that morning as she was about to present a project to her father’s would-be partners. Kristen had purposefully added a lot of makeup to her face so that she would look older and hopefully, more professional.

We eat sprawled naked across the bed, feeding each other with fingers, licking spilled champagne from skin, sucking berry juice from nipples. Stories flow— old scenes, funny bloopers, who hooked up with who off-camera. Laughter echoes off the walls. By early afternoon, the mood shifts again. Slow and nasty this time. They tie me to a high-backed chair near the window— soft silk ropes around my wrists and ankles, legs forced wide, pussy exposed to the room. Riley kneels between my legs with the new wand—

She shook her head, and her wavy hair falls to her shoulders. Tricia smiled seductively and slide her hand between her legs. She grabbed her crotch. "You want some of this?" she asked with a wicked smile. Randy swallowed hard, thinking that maybe this gang-fuck thing won't be so bad. The words won't come, so he just nodded.

The only thing I knew how to do… Fuck and forget. A bad habit… But it worked every time. Me and Fizz made our way to sit down and watch some strippers perform. Fizz was enjoying the show, throwing money on the women like no tomorrow. One of the women had brown skin, brown eyes and black hair, was wearing lacy red lingerie, and walked up to him. “Hey handsome,” she rasped. “Hey baby girl…” he murmured, and she began giving him a lap dance, as he rubbed her ass up and down, throwing money on her.