Joey Mills Self Suck Novels & Stories

I imagined him sniffing my asshole and licking it just as he had done the night at the party. My hips jerked, fucking my self harder onto the remote, the plastic ridges gotten that sweet, swollen spot inside me. god, yes— I bit my lip to stiffle a cry, but a whimper tore free anyway . The mirror showed everything— my flushed chest, my nipples stiff and aching, my thighs trembling as I fucked myself like he owned me. The video still played,his voice a dark growl in my ear: “Daddy misses his naughty girl.” The coil in my belly snapped.

Although the act was so slutty, especially with my fiancé somewhere in the room, it was also exhilarating, easily the most sexually satisfying moment of my life. In only a couple of minutes, the guy fucking my mouth shot a load down my throat. As soon as he finished coming, he pulled out and another cock replaced his. "Get sucking, slut," Joey's voice demanded. I had no choice but to suck Joey's cock. His was not long, but he was thick, and widened my lips. Meanwhile I kept bouncing back on the cock in my cunt, wanting to cum again, yet at the same time fearful of the probability that this unknown cock would come inside me.

Holy shit. Excitement flooded through me, mixing with the nerves. I pulled the creamy dildo out of my pussy with a wet sound and brought it up to my mouth. Looking straight at the camera, I opened wide and took it deep down my throat, sucking and licking my own juices off it like a greedy little slut. I gagged myself on it, eyes watering, making sure he could hear every sloppy sound. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Now turn around, ass up. Show me that virgin hole.”

Closing my eyes, I blow my cheeks, cursing myself as I don’t see another way to get out of here without jerking off. Fuck. Disconnecting one of the hands from the wall, I lean over the toilet, and gulp as I start stroking myself slowly, my heartbeat skyrocketing. I’m just about to blend out my surroundings, swallowing a groan as I hear the door of the toilets open and panic settles back in, making me stop mid-jerk off. Clenching my teeth, I wait for the guy to do what he has to do and get back out. But, unfortunately, the heavy steps on the tiles resound threateningly loud, adding to my blood thundering through my ears, and they stop right before my stall.

I asked, my voice dropping so low it was barely a growl. "Bro, he’s obsessed," Miller said, shaking his head. "He’s convinced that if you drop out of the top ten, your sponsorship slots are going to him. He was bragging about it to some of the guys last night, saying the universe has a way of balancing things out when people get too arrogant. It was fucking weird, honestly. Like he knew something we didn't." "Yeah," I whispered, my jaw locked tight. "The universe is funny like that." I walked away before I could lose my fucking mind and smash Miller’s shake into his face.

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.

He hisses something in Russian. I expect him to be pissed, but to my surprise, he settles on the bed, lowers his jeans, and attempts to suck his dick. My laughs turn full-blown, and I’m throbbing now. Tristan’s tongue swirls on his needy head, blowing and sucking. He looks so miserable and weirdly hot, sucking himself off. Fuck! I love the pop sound he’s making. He can’t take half of his shaft due to his body build, and I can’t help but feel a surge of pride at my ability to take his cock in one full swallow.

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

Milo let her pull him close, swaying, laughing against his shoulder as she whispered something funny. But he barely moved. He couldn’t move. Every grind of bass, every sway of hips made the plug shift inside him, and Milo was suddenly terrified he might cum in his jeans from the friction, the pressure, the heat. His face was flushed to the roots, neck damp with sweat, breath catching as he tried to think of literally anything else. When they made their way back to the booth, Jess collapsed dramatically beside Becker and groaned, "Milo hardly moved!" Josh barked a laugh. "Girl, you’ve been working your fake boyfriend too hard. Kid’s tapped out."

What the fuck was going on? There was a knock on the door. “Willow? Are you back already?” Joy asked. “Um yeah!” I thrusted harder, taking pleasure in watching her struggle to keep her moans down. “Well can we talk?” “I uh…a little busy!” Willow practically moaned. My dick was too good for her. “Are you okay, you sound weird.” I licked Willow’s neck and then sucked on it. “Oh my fucking god!” “Willow?” Joy asked. “I’m…masturbating!” Willow rushed out.