Jeff The Killer Smut Novels & Stories

"Unrеаl, it is definitely thе biggest I еvеr hаd. He was сооl thоugh, соnѕіdеrаtе and gеntlе." "I'm getting a bоnеr." "Mе too, lеаn оvеr thе еdgе оf the Jасuzzі. I wаnt to fuck your killer аѕѕ. Did уоu dоuсhе уоur аѕѕ tоdау?" "Yeah, I dоuсhеd whеn I showered еаrlіеr. Do уоu have some lubе?"

His gaze immediately fell on Jeff, who was chuckling softly. “You did that on purpose, Jeff!” Law shouted indignantly. Jeff laughed even more smugly. “Yes.” “FUCK YOU!” Jeff laughed. “Yes, but I do have something to talk to you about, Law.” He fiddled with his computer. “Besides, it's your fault for constantly masturbating to that hacker's photo.” Law rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Say that to someone who masturbated in his room last night while staring hungrily at a photo of a hitman.”

He asked, facing one of the hidden cameras directly. “The one who you referred to as your enemy which I signed a contract with, perform hard on me. So hard that I screamed when he did it with me but you're such a lazy coward who thinks he has money and can control everyone". Jefsexy fired back in anger pointing his long fingers straight at him. "Oh I see. Jeffrey the cleaner is now a whore who danced to every beat he heard on the street. You're a prostitute." He fired back, raising his hands to demonstrate as he spoke.

The front of his pants weighed heavy, precum leaking out from his tip and rubbing against the fabric of his uniform. He couldn’t take it anymore, lying there, and in one fluid move, he reached down and grabbed his defier by the neck, unzipping his pants with the other. “Curious, aren’t you?” he snarled. “Go on,” he pushed the head on the neck he squished between his fingers, closer to his erection, “you can check out how much bigger than you I am. With your mouth, of course.” He whipped out his cock and slapped it against his mouth. “Now open.” ~~~~

My asshole was gaping, while spit and tears covered my face. At one point they had me on all fours like a fuckin puppy 🐕. Marcus was destroying my pussy from behind while Victor fucked my throat. Jax was filming it on his phone. “Smile for the camera, Mrs. Cross,” Jax laughed. “Damien needs to see what a nasty anal whore his wife really is.” I came so hard my legs gave out. Like I literally couldn't feel them no more, but even then they didn’t stop--they just kept using my body ruthlessly.

"What about the puking part? Do you remember it?" I pursed my lips. Now, he was just being such a jerk. I said nothing and watched the satisfied smirk crawl up onto his lips. He rambled on, "Or the part where you tried to make out in public. Or the part where you screamed that you loved me." I am never drinking again. "Stop." "Or the part where you peed by the car and-"

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex. We went on a date together and after that we decided to have sex, I thought the sex was gonna be good cause he has a nice body and a nice dick but it was terrible. He kept on moaning about how good at sex he was and how my boobs made him super horny. When I was giving him a blow job he wanted to spit on his dick but he spat on my face instead. "Oh my God sorry!" He said to me when I was cleaning the spit off my face. "but the spit on your face did make me super horny." He laughed and I had no choice but to laugh as well. A fake laugh that is.

That had never happened before. ‘Esha.’ She smiled, a faint dimple forming on her left cheek. She sat down and said, ‘I see you are quite an artist, Anubhav.’ ‘Excuse me?’ Esha pointed towards the pamphlet in Anubhav’s hand. It was the pamphlet circulated by the promoters of the Flamenco. It had a nice picture of the group along with their names. On the other side was a close-up of the director, a man with a square jaw and long white unkempt hair. Over his picture, there was a nice little sketch of the male genitalia.