Joey Mills Self Suck Novels & Stories

He stood there for a moment, stroking his thick cock while looking at me. He grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the tiny bed. The old iron frame squeaked loudly. The bed was so small it could barely hold him. Joey licked his fingers until they were dripping wet. He shoved them deep into my ass, stretching me out. I gasped and arched my back. I loved it. Then, he lined himself up and penetrated me in one hard thrust. "You're my bitch, aren't you?" Joey growled, his voice deep and raspy.

Her pussy lips were folded in around his cock, her clit bending down and rubbing the top of it. Joey leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling it as he drove his cock into her. He heard her hiss in her breath and felt her hips snap up sharply. A flood of warm pussy juice gushed forth as her voice changed into a whimpering moan and her hips began to quiver.

"I just... don't have a better way yet." Joseph lunged forward, gripping my hands, his voice fragmented. "Are you crazy? You can't take that risk! I won't allow it!" I yanked my hands free, my vision blurring with tears. "Let go. You're hurting me." He savagely tore at his own hair, collapsing against the wall as if his entire body had failed. "I'm useless. I should be the one who died!" I looked at him calmly. In that moment, there was surprisingly no sadness. Only a deep, consuming weariness.

my cock leaked with anticipation. Then I decided to try something I had been fantasizing about for months… my head bent low, taking all of him in my mouth while my fingers continued to work inside him. The reaction was instantaneous. "Yes daddy, yes, fuck!" Milo cried out, his whole body tensing in shock and overwhelming pleasure.

First one: her in the bathroom mirror at her mom’s place, hoodie pulled up just enough to show the black lace bra, caption: “Thinking about your tongue piercing. Again.” Next: a close-up of her thighs pressed together, panties shoved to the side, fingers glistening. “Wish these were yours.” Then the video. Short. Ten seconds. Her on her bed, legs spread, two fingers buried deep, whispering my name like a prayer while she fucked herself slow and filthy. “Killian… Daddy… please…” I groaned low in my throat, hand already shoving the towel down. My cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip just from the memory of her voice saying my name like that.

“WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING? DEFEND YOURSELF! TELL ME WHY YOU ARE NOT EQUALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO THAT LITTLE GIRL! TO MY MATE!!!!!” “Let him go, James, and maybe he will,” Joey responded calmly. I let go of Dr. Miller and directed my anger to Joey. “HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM ABOUT THIS?” I bellowed at him. “A LITTLE GIRL WAS ABUSED. IN HORRIBLE WAYS! AND NO ONE DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT! INCLUDING THE DOCTOR SHE WENT TO FOR HELP!” Joey did not flinch. Instead, he walked over to a wall and removed a large painting, revealing multiple holes.

I started to get up from the school's bed. "Where are you going?" James held me. "Study idiot!" I sticked my tongue out. "Rest!" Kelly said. "I'm fine." I told them and they just shook their heads. "Let me take you home!" "It-" "What are you doing?" Suddenly Joey entered the room. "Study." I can't look at him, hearing his voice already make my heartbeat raise. Suddenly Joey pulled me to see a mirror. Mirror? "Look at yourself!" I looked awful and so so so pale.

“Thеу аrе, I’m just ѕо ѕtunnеd ѕееіng myself оn ѕсrееn. Yоu wаtсh уоurѕеlf in a mіrrоr, but tо see mуѕеlf thеrе аmоngѕt hundrеdѕ оf people, to watch the wау wе іntеrасtеd together, it wаѕ just ѕоmеthіng I’d never еxреrіеnсеd bеfоrе. It wаѕ brеаthtаkіng.” “Thаt’ѕ whаt everyone thоught. Thіѕ іѕ gоіng tо be hugе, іt wіll gо viral ѕооn. Elіjаh, rеfrеѕh tо ѕее hоw mаnу hits it has hаd уеt,” Jоеl asked.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.