Novel & Cerita Gangfuck

I counterattack and immediately His back met the ground in a thud. “Ahhh, Fùck!” He groaned. “It's nice of you to think you can actually beat me but sorry not sorry, it ain't happening!”

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.

He, O’Grady, was about to start a Fight Club, to step up in the ladder of life. Having a wh*re who was shared with his brother, would not be good for his image. He laughed, but a humorless sound emitted as he pulled out his hip flask and drank. “These women will come and go, Saint. She knew what she was signing up for when she put her stamp on that document.” He moved and his brother quickly eased Bianca’s sleeping body into his arms. O’Grady continued in a flat voice, “Our little martyr here knew what she was signing up for when she joined us. The fact that she’s loving every minute of being f*cked, shows she’s a little wh*re, that’s all. She’ll go on spreading her legs, showing off her pre

Dante’s knuckles whitened on the paper, veins bulging. “This evening, and you tell me now?” he roared. “Sorry, Dante, just got the call…” “Mobilize everyone! Hunt those bastards who dared steal from me!” He smashed the phone down, his boot slamming into the table with a splintering crack. “Fucking bastards!” He stormed out, the door banging shut behind him. I sat frozen, the screens blurring through my wide eyes, my mind reeling at the escalating chaos, heart hammering so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs. The screen blurred. My hands trembled on the edge of the desk. Then the first gunshot cracked outside.

☾ ROMANO ☽ The stale smell of blood clings to the air, mixing with cigar smoke and the roar of spectators. Somewhere in the center of this massive underground fight club, two bare-knuckled fighters go at each other like rabid wolves, their grunts and fists drowned beneath waves of cheers. At the private table on the balcony above, Don Gaetano lounges like a king over carcasses. “My prodigal son has finally returned,” he mocks with a smirk as two redheads grind against him—one on each side.

Stretching Her Limits: A Threesome for the Boss’s Wife Used and Abused: My Best Friend’s Massive Cock The Office Gangbang: Four Cocks, One Pussy, No Regrets The Double-Team: Getting Stuffed From Both Ends Her Father’s Enemy: An Affair Paid for in Orgasm Drenched in Semen: The Aftermath of the Gangbang Total Surrender: Bound, Gagged, and Completely Used The Wife’s Secret Fetish: Sharing Her Pussy With the Neighbors Stretched Wide: Filling Every Inch of Her Ass The Cuckold’s Bargain: Watching Him Ravage My Wife Midnight Mistress: Begging for His Thickest Sin Public Desecration: Fucked in the Altar Room The Breeding Program: A Pussy Destined for His Load Tasting Her Best Friend: A Dirty Secret

They got their money the easy way by stealing it or pushing drugs and she’d been worried about Nicky getting involved with them. This gang had lived on a farm just outside of the city. The whole place was filthy and dangerous with garbage and junk cars everywhere. The young men and women who lived there rarely bathed and the women paraded around in various stages of undress. The one and only time she was present had been at a party where everyone had been stoned out of their minds. It all came crashing down one night when Nicky was with another member of the Collective. They were going to a MMA fight to watch the bout between Sazon and another headliner, Vincent Cruz. The main fight was the

“That drunk piece of shit showed up at Cameron’s door at midnight? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I let out a shaky laugh, still replaying the scene in my head. “Yeah. He was totally wasted, Em. Screaming, banging on the door, calling me every name in the book. He tried to punch Cameron and ended up face-planting on the floor like an idiot. Security had to drag him out while he kept yelling ‘You ruined me, you bitch! You’ll fucking pay!’”

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Jon’s nightly fantasy girl was among them. “I heard you’ve been telling people that I’m a faggot,” Gabbaducci yelled at Michael. His nose bumped Michael’s. “I . . . I didn’t.” And of course, he hadn’t. It’s just that the boy wanted to fight and rather than find a reason, he manufactured one to justify his assholeishness. Gabbaducci slammed Michael’s head into the wall. “You want to fuck me in the ass? How ‘bout I do it to you and we’ll see who’s the queer.” He punched Michael in the nuts and sent him sprawling. “You’d probably like it, too, you fucking homo.”