Grassy Ass Meme Novels & Stories

“On your knees and ass up, we’re not near finished.” She smiled, slow, wicked, and unhinged. “Make me. Asshole.”

“Thirty days of me using every hole you have. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Until the only name you remember is mine.” “Mr. Rossi…ahhh…” She moaned. Fuck…my name sounded perfect on her lips. I flipped her over suddenly, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours. Her ass looked so perfect raised in the air for me. I slapped one cheek hard, watching it jiggle. Smack. “This. Smack. Ass. Smack. Is. Smack. Mine.” Her perfect round ass turned red and it fueled my sadistic part to hurt her more just to hear those moans from her.

𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 '𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙' 𝗮𝗻𝗱 '𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝*𝙤𝙡𝙚' 𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 .

Fri - 12:30am From: Lyf Dawson How are you, sissy? Is it true that you got sick and were admitted to AGH? Sorry, I can’t visit you today. I have a lot of paper works right now. Get well soon! Love you! :* I giggled while reading Fellice's message. I called her 'Lyf' — a combination of her first and second name, just to tease her. But she liked it so instead of annoying her, it became her nickname.

Entitled Asshole: Use soap. Laughing to myself, I throw my phone onto the floor before I cuddle into my bedsheets. Whatever, asshole.

“Ugh~ mmm~ There... There... Fúck.” Alistair moàned, feeling his àss being ripped. As His hair was pulled back, he groaned in pain. The sweat was sliding on his nàked body as he clenched the bedsheets and his body was moving with the rhythm of back and forth. It was hard for him to be still in place while his knees gave up. That's when he felt a stinging pain in his ass.

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

Panting and grunting into Deb's ear, delirious with arousal, I growled: "I own your ass now, babe! Ahhh... It's mine now!" "Yeees! You own this ass now! Use me, use my ass! My ass is yours, baby! All yours, only yours!" "You're my little anal fuck-toy now, aren't you?" I said, plowing her ass without restraint. "Yeeeess! Uuuuh fuuuck!... I'm your dirty little buttslut, yeeees! Uuuuh!... I'm so fucking close, baby, fuuuuuck! Fuck meeee! Aaaaah!.. Fuck your nasty asswhore hard! Ooooh yeaah!... Fuck my ass fuck my ass fuck my aaaaaass!"

Lyra I return to my desk. I open I*******m. My DMs are flooded. Messages of support. Insults. Hideous edits with my blurred photo and vicious captions. People asking me "why I messed everything up," as if the collapse were mine alone. And then, I come across a post from Cassandre, that woman wants to drive me crazy. "There are things women must say when no one is listening. I am not a jealous woman. I am a fiancée. And I refuse to be trampled on with a smile. The facts will speak for themselves."

Our mouths crashеd. “Fuck,” hе muttеrеd into my mouth. “You’rе so—so bad.” “I know,” I smirkеd against his lips. “You likе it.” His hand grabbеd my ass, fingеrs digging into thе soft skin, pulling mе flush against his cock. “You’vе bееn tеasing mе sincе you walkеd downstairs,” hе groanеd. “Do you know what you do to mе?”