Hayes Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

I came so hard my vision whited out, pussy clamping down on the thick toy, squirting in messy pulses around it. I kept fucking myself through it, hips jerking, fingers digging into my breast so hard I knew I’d have marks tomorrow. But I didn’t stop. I needed more. I flipped onto my stomach, ass in the air, and fucked myself from behind while watching the next scene — the girl covered in cum, begging for more. I imagined both priests painting my face, my tits, filling my cunt until it overflowed. I came again. Harder. Screaming into my pillow this time, body convulsing, toes curling, pussy gushing around the relentless toy.

The dirty sound reverberated around his cock because my mouth was filled with him. My eyelids fluttered open. I stared up at the harsh lines that framed his face. My cheeks were starting to hollow around his dick. Still I tried even more to take him even deeper than I should be doing. His hips moved forward until the head of his cock was grazing the back of my throat. But even with that, he still didn't let me come up for air. His grip in my hair remained iron tight. He held me there. His groans gre deeped. Meanwhile all I did was splutter and gag around his thick length.

“Yeah, and you loved it. Moaning like a whore, pushing that tight ass back on me. But guess what? She does it better. Don't cry after and ask if I still love her. She just takes it. Deep. Hard. No bullshit.” My stomach twisted but my pussy clenched at the same time, traitorous body reacting to the filth even as my heart cracked. I hated how wet I got when he talked dirty, even now, even while he destroyed us. “You’re disgusting. You know that? I gave you everything. My body, my time, my fucking heart. And you’re texting her under the table while I’m making your breakfast? Go to her then. See if she puts up with your lazy ass when you can’t even make her cum properly half the time.”

Reality crashed back in. I pulled away with a tortured groan, chest heaving. Maya turned around, hair a total mess, lips swollen and shiny, tits still out, nipples glistening from my mouth. Her skirt was hiked up, panties askew, thighs shiny with her own juices. She looked completely wrecked and utterly fuckable. I didn’t say a word. I just tucked my throbbing, unsatisfied cock back into my jeans and walked out of the closet, stepping into the harsh light of the hallway.

She didn't expect the reply she got from her. " What!!!" she exclaimed with her mouth wide open. Joyce lifted a finger and pointed to different angles in front of her parents' house. "This neighborhood is unlike the estate you live in, so I can assure you that these flies won't hesitate to let you make them your lunch. They won't go near your body though because they are allergic to bleached and awful looking skin. They have taste too, y'know?" She mocked her two colored skin as she stared at her black and yellow fingers. Yellow was her best color but seeing her suddenly made her lose taste for it.

I looked in when I walked down the hall, seeing him in all his glory sprawled out on his stomach on his mattress. He sleeps naked, like he always has, and the sheets were barely covering up his ass. The sight of his naked body sent a jolt through me, awakening every single nerve in me. Physically, there’s no denying that Owen is a gorgeous man. He’s tall and fit, with deep brown eyes, full lips, and a strong jaw that’s always covered in the perfect amount of stubble.

' Mischa angrily hissed to herself while her eyes burning in flames locked on Narco. Eyebrows pulled down and face wrinkled in disgust, Klauss grimaced at his current situation. He was having trouble with the dirt that stuck to his clothes and body. The veins in his head, neck, and hands have popped out of anger. He wants to take a bath in boiling acid just to get rid of the extreme grossness he feels right now.

And the vent in the floor, I realized now, carried more than just air. The sound came again, clearer this time. A rough and short grunt, followed by silence. Then movement. Sheets maybe. Skin. I pressed my ear against the floor, heart racing. Another groan. This one deeper and strained. And then I knew, he was touching himself. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My entire body went hot, flooded with something I couldn’t name. I pictured him on his back, one hand on his cock, head tipped back, eyes closed. I imagined the way his jaw would tense, how his abs would clench, how he’d look right before he—

“I need to get all the realms calmed before I feel I could calm myself down. I feel like there is dread in the world, and when that happens bad things seem to happen.” “Well you are heading into a realm war without any idea how bad it is, and not sure you’re going to make it out, I would be scared shitless myself.” “Well, thanks for your words of encouragement.” Jade joked. “Queen Jade if you pull this hail Mary off, you are my Queen are going to be worshipped beyond anything you know.” He said bowing. “Darius is coming, apparently Gage went to the packhouse thinking you are there hanging out.”

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini