G Slur Novels & Stories

I continued scrolling, slow and steady, taking in all the comments. Tears slid from my eyes and dropped to the screen, highlighting the capitalised word glaring at me. SL.UT.

“I couldn’t help but notice you when you walked in and thought I’d offer to buy you a drink.” I see the angry scowl Slater gives the two of us, so I give Gus a big smile and say, “That’s awfully sweet of you. I’d love another one of these.” Gus points at my drink and waves Slater over. “Another one of these for the lady,” he tells him, and I have to bite back a laugh when I see Slater practically grinding his teeth as he sets about making my drink.

Hearing this, the crowd's gazes toward me turned even harsher. "An adopted daughter is just an adopted daughter. Even after being loved for so many years, she's still so petty." "With a father who'd sell his own daughter for cash, how decent could she be?" "If you ask me, she deserves to be sold off to some old man. At least they'd get rid of this troublemaker." Mrs. Scott Senior slammed her cane heavily on the ground and scoffed in contempt. "Now that Cam himself has said you're not the Saccone heiress, what more do you have to explain?

I sink down, every inch stretching me, filling me. Schlk. stckly. shlk— wet. shlk – messy. His head hits the shelf with a hollow thunk. His throat works as he groans, raw. "Jesus." I moan against his mouth, but Idon’t kiss him. I just pant against his lips. "You're– uh–still so– ah– fucking hu–ge." And then I move, rocking slow at first, hips grinding, letting him feel how drenched I am. Squlch. Schlk. Squlch. The rhythm steadily grows faster, and sharper, and the shelves starts to rattle behind me —clatter-clnk-clnk—with every thrust.

even the 4rt Slave named Kathleen moan and call Shun's Name as if Shun Yu was the one played it, they played there cli-t in a fast pace so they can enjoy more pleasure that they want, they are so wet that there sweet juice fragrance invading the room,. "69" Shun Yu said then the 2 slave stop then nodded, they position themselves a 69 position then 3rd and 4rt spread there legs,. 3rd Slave Shane was on top who was facing 4rt Slave's Wet pinkish p*ssy she even lick her lips when she saw it then 4rt slave Kathleen who was at the bottom facing the dripping wet p*ssy of 3rd Slave Shane the juice slowly dripping on her face that she happily open her mouth to wait for it to drop.

noise like it was a refreshing drink on a hot day. "Suck it, sluts." He slurs, grinning at us and throwing the bottle on the ground. I laugh, clapping my hands and stumbling back a little. "You thought I couldn't do it." He points his finger towards me, wiggling it a little in my face.

" 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑍𝑎" " 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑍𝑒 " 𝑍𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

What a whore. Mercedes slurped on my dirty dick. She suckled on me with all that she had. I loved it so much. I smiled, savoring that passion. It was just perfect to have her bobbing her head. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was just a wondrous delight. "Damn," I groaned as the slattern devoured me. "Ms. Kwon," groaned Buffy, her welted butt-cheeks squeezing around the guidance counselor's face. "Yes, yes, lick all of that cum out of me!"

Mr Will shouted at Suzanne who was writing some Lyrics for her sister "Am sorry I...... Mr will Slapped her and looked at Sonia who was glaring at her,he picked up the paper on the floor and read through it...... ........"Anything Bad you're feeling right now,no matter how you feel it,is temporary,you have incredible things ahead of you to accomplish" Mr Will torn the paper into shreads ,he looked at Sonia and held her by her ears "It hurt" Sonia screamed in pain "Hey little girl get this to your brain,someone like you don't have incredible things to accomplish cos you're born to suffer"her step father said

glucking, slurping, as he used my mouth relentlessly. Finally, with a guttural curse in what sounded like Mandarin, he tensed, his cock swelling impossibly thicker. Hot cum flooded my throat in thick ropes, forcing me to swallow convulsively or drown in it. I gulped it down, coughing as he pulled out with a slick pop, strings of spit and seed connecting us.