Novel & Cerita Joshleen Fanfiction Dirty

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

“Please, don’t stop.” He slammed into her until the counter scraped across the floor. “I love this pussy when it tightens around me. You’re close, aren’t you?” She nodded frantically. Her body broke apart as she shattered for the third time. Victor growled and came with a low, vicious moan, thrusting deep until every pulse had emptied into her. They both collapsed onto the counter, slick with sweat. His hand curled around hers, anchoring her there. For the first time, neither of them felt alone, but the silence between them still had teeth.

He leaned back against the headboard, stroking himself lazily, watching me like a predator toying with his prey. Julian’s fingers trailed lower, skimming over my already soaked folds. “Messy little thing,” he murmured, slipping a finger inside me, making me gasp. “Dripping for us again already.” My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, desperate for more. He chuckled, his thumb brushing my clit in slow, teasing circles. “On your knees,” Julian commanded, pulling his fingers away, making me whimper at the loss. “I want you on all fours.”

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

He didn’t feel anything in his heart at all. “Hmm.” Josh pinched his forehead helplessly. “Tell me the truth. Is that kid really yours?” Sharon sounded a little excited. At the same time, Sharon was looking at the League of Legends client screen on her phone in a luxurious study as she held her phone… There was a look of indescribable excitement and hopefulness on her face. “No…” Josh said.

“No, but I’d happily kiss the mother of my child with it though.” She gasped, putting her hand over her heart, faking shock. “You have another child? You mean DJ has a little brother or sister?” I smiled weakly, my breathing returning to normal after almost dying. “Bunny, you know you’re the only one I share bodily fluids with,” Josh replied, shrugging. She scoffed at that. “If that were true then we might never have broken up,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. “That was because I was young and stupid. We both know I’ve always been your knight in shining armour,” he answered, leaning on the bar heavily.

“You’ve already seen me naked. Seen me take cock. And you’ve been dreaming about it. I like to make dreams come true.” “Holy shit,” Josh’s breathing is ragged now as he laughs. “You’re going to fucking kill me.” I lean down, pressing my breasts against his chest. My lips hover near his neck. “It’ll be a slow, delicious death. I promise.” I whisper. Josh’s head falls back. His fingers dig into my hips. “God, yes. Just like that.” “You like that?” I breathe against his skin. “You like feeling my pussy grind on your cock?” “Fuck, yes.”

" Hugging Daniel was like reassurance and comfort because she was too stressed out lately. They went to the living room where Josh and Jessica were still standing and it looked like they were talking about something because Jessica was laughing. Josh's eyes went down to Sabrina's white milk looking thighs since she was wearing shorts and a sweater with her long hair styled in a ponytail, with some strands of her hair falling at the front and back if her face including the sides. Josh gulped deeply remembering those same thighs he caressed and squeezed in his hand and they were so soft. He averted his gaze immediately to remove every sinful thoughts from his mind.

He felt his own mouth getting dry at the sight. Josh was a loving, caring and a playful person and he knew how to play with the strings. He was well aware of putting Bolt at edge, acting all innocent all the way. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard an unmistaken sound of a moan from Josh. His nipples were all swollen and puffed up, wanting more attention and his cock was leaking in a steady thread of cum on his lower stomach. “Josh….” “Shhh…. Just enjoy the show”. Josh worked on his nipples with one hand and moved the other way to tug on his already leaking cock.

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.