Incest Dirty Talk Porn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Cum on your uncle's cock. Show me what a little slut you are." The dirty talk destroyed me. I arched my back, my entire body bowing off the mattress. I screamed into my pillow as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. It started in my toes and ripped through my core, a blinding white light of pure ecstasy. My inner muscles clamped down on his shaft, spasming violently, squeezing him, drowning him in my release. "That's it," he praised, groaning as he felt my climax gripping him. "So wet. So good."

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

Spanking with an audacity that made my pussy clench and fart wetly. Without a word, he pushed my inner waist deep, forming an arch. “Look, ma’am,” he said, his voice harsh. “Watch me devour your pussy.” “Fuck,” I moaned, sucking on my finger as I curled my flanks, head pressed into the bed, watching him like he commanded. He slapped the entrance of my pussy with his cock, glistening with my juices.

He shoves a finger up inside me and starts thrusting it in and out, “I wanted to go slow and gentle for your first time. I thought that is what you deserved, but now you’re gonna get fast and hard. Is that what you really want, Aria? Do you want me to fuck you like a little slut?” Oh my God, I never thought that I would be the kind of girl that would get turned on by being talked dirty to and be called filthy names, but here I am, wetter than the mud puddle five feet away from me. I moan as he slips another finger inside of me and curls them both. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming all over his hand.

Please note that this story deals with taboo subject matter, and it won't be for everyone. It includes an incestuous relationship between a father and his son, graphic sexual content, dirty talk and pregnancy kink. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! Ronald’s P.O.V, “Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in me, daddy. Breed me,” the boy on the screen screamed while he was on his hands and knees getting fucked hard and fast by a man at least twenty years his senior.

Patrick narrating the whole thing in that dark, controlled voice. "Look at her. Brother's sweet little sister turned into a three-hole slut. Choking on cock while she begs for another one in her cunt. What would Thanksgiving dinner look like now? 'Pass the gravy, and by the way, I spent last weekend getting ruined by your three best friends.'" I came without permission. It hit me without warning. Theo's cock sliding over my clit at exactly the right angle at exactly the right moment. I screamed around Smith's cock and my whole body convulsed and the orgasm ripped through me before I could even try to stop it.

I turned my glare on him and immediately he held his hands up in surrender. "Listen to me, Lynn... Think about all the times you relied on porn to get you through your lonely months before and after your divorce. How is getting off to two people fucking on camera any worse than actually doing the act?"

After a few seconds, I pulled back and nibbled at her ear while whispering obscenities. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this. Oh God, Pearl, you have no idea how many times I've wanted to just bend you over and fuck your brains out while you moan like that." I was getting carried away with the dirty talk, and some part of me was afraid I'd overdo it, that I might say something offensive and she'd suddenly stop and get up. But she took to the dirty talk with enthusiasm. "I want more of you," her eyes were starting to roll back into her head as she rubbed her clit furiously.

You love being double-fucked, don't you? The dirty talk fueled her, words weaving through the grunts and buzz. 'Yes... love it... your dicks own me!' Scarlett panted, exhibitionism burning in her veins—the idea of hotel staff outside, oblivious to her being ravaged. Damian leaned in, breath hot on her neck. 'Louder, red. Scream for big daddy. Cum hard on their dicks while I vibe this clit raw.' He twisted the vibrator, ramping the speed, the intense pulses making her thighs quake.

Each lick of his tongue against my pussy felt like a slice of heaven and call me a crazy slut or whatever, but I didn't want it to stop. Like that wasn't enough, he pushed three fingers deep inside me, his thumb working my nub in a frantic circle. "That's it, my beautiful little slut," he growled, the words muffled against my wet heat. "Take it. Look at how you're pulsing around my fingers. You're so tight... so perfect." The dirty talk was the final straw that fractured my mind. I was a mess of tangled limbs and broken gasps, my head tossing from side to side on the pillow. The pressure in my lower belly coiled into a white-hot scream.