Loki Dirty Whispers Novels & Stories

Because her pussy was wet, I could easily penetrate it behind her. "Oh yes," Unice whispered as I hugged her waist and kissed her neck while slow-moving my hips up and down for her pleasure. Continuing to my hips, I slow it down for a moment before increasing my speed again, holding her waist, paying attention to my position so I can reach her excellent spot. Grabbed out my phone and adjusted it in front of Unice, switching it to the front cam. She giggled a little and covered her face. Eventually, she showed her face and grabbed the pillow as I continued to penetrate her, making sloppy and clapping sounds while she groaned.

he urged, motioning her to get on top of him. Swallowing her dignity, Clover slowly climbed on him. He puckered his lips, waiting for hers. Every fiber of her recoiled at the offensive odor emanating from his mouth, intensifying her disgust. Growing impatient with her hesitation, Jack forcefully pressed her down, sticking her close to his body. "Faster, my love," he whispered in her ear.

“You like the dirty talk?” “Yes,” I panted, languid heat rushing through my veins. I arched my hip, grinding against his hand, desperate for his mouth. His fingers. Anything. Everything. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you scream my name,” he vowed, his voice guttural. A gasp escaped me, my hands clutching his thick hair. I needed him closer, his mouth on me. “Maybe I should finger your tight asshole, while you ride my face. Because you’re my whore.”

Lorenzo runs his hands down my spine and grips my ass in his strong hands as he turns the tables. My back hits the mattress making me gasp, Lorenzo towers above me, his eyes filled with fiery passion and lust, and a devilish grin paints his face. “I want you at my mercy, baby girl. Today, I’m going to claim you and when I’m finished, you’ll barely be able to stand.” He whispers in my ear with his deep sexy voice causing my arousal level to rise. He slides down kissing my chest, and my abdomen until he reaches my hot and wet lady part. My eyes squeeze shut as I let out a moan, I grab a fistful of sheets as he devours me.

He shifted on his stool conspiratorially and whispered, “Me too, and know what we need to do to ease the stress.” Mario had a sly grin, and I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I asked anyway, “What is it?” “We should fuck it out.” His voice had lost its wit. It’s turned sultry. Five minutes ago, I was a girl who moved to this town to live a quiet life, obsessed with starting over, and one look at this guy made me want to throw it all away. I didn’t like him and thought he was pompous a few seconds ago.

"I might not be back tonight. But tomorrow morning, I'll bring you your favorite pastries, okay?" Just like that, he was gone. His tablet was still on the couch in the living room. Isabella picked it up, noticing that his WhatsApp was still logged in. Two minutes ago, a woman under the name "Little Tease" had sent him a picture. The woman was dressed in a bunny girl outfit—black fishnet stockings and bright red high heels. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she was licking her fingers seductively. Samuel: Want more?

Leon whispered. She was staring into his eyes and panting. "It's... perfect," Olivia whispered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to be your whore." His hands reached around and grabbed her firm arse cheeks. "You are my whore!" He growled and pulled her all the way down his big, black cock. "Ooooh fuuuck mee!!" Olivia moaned and flung her head back. "Yes! Yes, I'm your whore, Master!!"

“If it’s teamwork we were after, I think we crushed it.” Wesley just grinned and tossed me a robe from the foot of the bed. “You’re blushing. It’s cute.” I slipped into the robe and tied it lazily around my waist. As I moved to grab my water bottle from the floor, I spotted it something shiny near the edge of the rug. A condom wrapper. Torn open. No. Not torn. Pierced. I bent and picked it up. There was a hole. A clean one. Right through the foil.

A man emerged from the shadows, dressed head to toe in black, his face hidden behind a dark mask. He stood silently, the tension thickening the air between us. I rose to my feet slowly, keeping my eyes locked on him, my fists clenched. My voice trembled with anger, “Why the hell are you doing this? What do you want from me, huh?” He didn’t look at me right away—just kept staring out the window like he had all the time in the world. Then he spoke, calmly, “I’ve told you before… I don’t want much. Just your boss’s address. That’s all.”

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.