Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Smut

He was sore for several days after that, but it was worth it to see the look of admiration and respect on his younger brother’s face; as well as to hear the whimpers of despair from the bitch who’d made fun of him in front of the others. Jeffrey feared that his actions that day may have set off a behavior pattern with David that was unintended. He had rough sex with Wendy, but not with anyone since then. He’d quickly recovered from the humiliation she caused him and vowed he’d never use a woman’s body in that way again. And, he hadn’t. If rumors were true, he couldn’t say that about David. From what Jeffrey heard, David was a member of several sex clubs; one of which was heavily into S&M.

My face was buried in the pillow as I lifted my waist up. Without saying anything, Japhet walked close and poked his two fingers inside my aSShole making me squeak. He then start thrusting his fingers inside my aS$, and when he had enough, he moved into my p*ssy. "Ahh," 1 moaned as his long, thick fingers shoved into my wet p*ssy. " Shut up and let me clean your holes, " he groaned So he wasn't going to fuck me but was cleaning me. Lucas was fucking me before and he saw, which is why he's cleaning his cum from my...?

"Please, Jeff... I need it. I want to taste you while Professor Marcus uses me." Jeff dropped the papers and approached, unzipping his fly with shaky hands. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. He positioned himself in front of me as I lifted my head, mouth watering at the sight. "Holy shit, you're eager," Jeff muttered, gripping my hair and guiding his tip to my lips. I parted them wide, tongue flicking out to lap at the salty bead before sucking him in deep. He groaned, thrusting deeply as I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head to take more.

"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-"