Jeff The Killer Smut Novels & Stories

But it's not! This is the fucking lie! And then I hear something that has me absolutely fuming! “Ignore the bastard,” Jeff smirked at my girl, pulling her in closer. “I’m right here anyway.” The she gives him that fucking smile, it's not a full happy smile that I see sometimes. This one is strained and fake. "Yeah, you are," she blushes. And then fucking Jenny just had to go make it worse! “If you two are gonna start making out, I’m gonna post it!” she teased.

Jeane continued, “ Let us join our private parts where it hurts even, every instance of love and passion is freely given. Every dirt in our body is explored without shame, until every melodic note in the air screams our name. “ “ Fuck yeah, “ That was it, Klein was beginning to reach cloud nine. His head had gone up, his eyes sunken. The strokes he gave on his dick was hitting the right spot, fast and impactful, the rimming which Emma gave him sealed the deal, it had his anal buzzing in and out, goose bumps camping on his skin boldly like scales. “ Fuck yeah, fuck give it to me. “ Klein had the ultimate smut face, his tongue was slightly protruded, his mouth, agape. “ I'm cumming, suck me ha

First, I had to find out where exactly she was taken, and Jeff was the only one with the information I needed. “Open your mouth, bitch.” He said as he smacked my cheek with his phallus. I wrapped my hands around it and he groaned. “Yes, just like that. Touch me. Fuck! You have no idea how many times I fantasised about getting you on your knees back in high school. I had so many wet dreams with you in it, and know I get to live out my fantasy. Best day ever.”

"Go to hell you little pissant. Do you have any idea the shit storm you're bringing down on that bitch and yourself?" I looked at him and laughed. Then I leaned down into his face with the plastic bimbo's tits smacking into the back of my head. "Oh I've been to hell Jeffy. I've lived there while you lived like a king. But you're wrong there is no shitstorm coming for Claire or me." The pounding of those fake tits on my head was irritating so I turned my attention to the girl. "Are you enjoying yourself there slut?" "No! Jefferson doesn't have enough of a cock for anyone to enjoy."

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

I want to see her aroused because of me and satisfied because of me. “Yeah suck it you sexy little slut.” I say as I see her smiling like nothing makes her hotter than being called a slut. I guide her on my dick, encouraging her to deep throat more of my fat, eight-inch cock into her beautiful mouth. I look at her managing to get something like four or five inches, just to make me feel the pleasure. And it works. She is amazing. Her big black eyes staring at me, worshipping me.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

“Yeah, I forgot. It’s because I did not have fun that night. You have no thrill.” We all laughed, Miss Muffins told us to stop laughing. “You are all too open with that kind of topic. Tsk. Next, Beaumont.” Sage then stood up. “My first sex was when I was five, I had sex with my sister. I had sex with one of our professors.” No one talked. Sage is too vulgar. I wonder if he really is like that. Ace raised his hands. “You had sex with your sister is the lie. Dude, that’s incest!”