Girls Do Porn 257 Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

I lay sprawled on our massive master bed in the pitch-dark room, the only light coming from my laptop screen glowing obscenely in front of me. My nightgown was bunched up around my waist, legs spread wide like a whore in heat. On the screen, the most disgusting, filthy gangbang p**n I could find played at full volume. A curvy woman just like me was being completely destroyed—three thick cocks slamming into her throat at once, stretching her mouth into a grotesque, drooling mess while a fourth man brutally ruined her pussy, pounding her so hard her whole body shook.

The girl’s moans were high and breathy, her hands clutching the dresser edge as she begged, “Don’t stop… your cock is so big… fill me up daddy!” Zara couldn’t look away. The way the girl’s pussy gripped his shaft, the slick sounds every time he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, the way her juices dripped down her thighs it was the most intense thing Zara had ever seen. Her own pussy throbbed, wet and aching just from watching. She squeezed her thighs together, breath coming fast.

girls shifted in their seats, their confident facades beginning to crack. “What happened in there?” one asked, leaning away as the girl ran past. “He’s a beast!” the girl cried out. “He’s a monster in a suit!” “Who? Mr. Sterling?” Constance, the girl in the green outfit, asked with a sneer. “Maybe you just weren't up to his standards.” Annabel, who had been watching the scene with growing dread, couldn't stay silent anymore. The girl was clearly in pain, and Constance was enjoying it.

The scene was pure filth; four naked, eager 19- and 21-year-old college girls all over me in the back of the school bus. I was getting close. I had Ava on her back, her thick thighs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her soaked pussy with long, hard strokes. Her full breasts bounced with every thrust. Mia was sitting on Ava’s face, grinding down while Lena and Sophie sucked on Ava’s nipples and kissed me. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I growled, thrusting deeper into Ava’s tight heat. “I’m so close—” I buried myself as deep as I could, ready to flood her with my load.

Lucy sprawled naked on her dorm bed, legs spread wide like a desperate slut. She shoved three fingers deep into her dripping pussy, pumping hard while her thumb rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. Juices coated her hand and soaked the sheets. At twenty she stayed horny every damn day. Cock was all she craved for a thick, heavy, veiny cock that would stretch her tight cunt and ruin her for anyone else.

she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

And if it took a punch to the face to remind him, then it will take a goddamn punch to the face to remind him. I aggressively punch the button for the elevator and step on once it opens. I hit the ground level and step to the back. Grasping the bar behind me, I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I stay that way the entire ride down from the 58th floor. The elevator makes several stops, and there are a few hushed conversations involving me, mostly from the lower-level lackeys within the organization. They're mostly female. Always female and never not annoying.