Math Pick Up Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

He put the phone aside. “If you’re this filthy at twenty-one, just imagine what you’re going to be like at thirty,” he said, then leant in and teased my clit with his tongue. “I’ll be the filthiest girl in the world,” I told him, holding his head to my pussy. “You’d just better make sure you use me.” I didn’t need to worry about that. Julian fucked me with the new whisk, and probed my ass with the long, thin handle of the wooden spoon I’d been using for my cake mix, and fuck it, the sweet Victoria sponge really would be ours only.

“C’mon, sugar, don’t keep me waiting. I want your pussy.” “Do people know how dirty you are?” she asked in a breathy voice. “Do they know that the gentleman thing is a total act?” “Why, Mia, I am a gentleman.” He peered up at her with an evil grin. “But I’m also a dirty motherfucker who wants you to rub your cunt all over his face. Got a problem with that?” Her eyes went so wide he found himself laughing again, but the sound died in his throat when she positioned her knees on either side of his face and gave him exactly what he wanted.

The muscles working to move the graceful column of his throat were the only thing betraying the fact that he wasn’t feeling as cool and collected as his voice made him seem. “Silly, dirty girl,” he said. I gasped when the loofah brushed over the tip of my hardening nipple again. “What are we, in a cheesy porno? Dirty girl?” He nodded solemnly. “What we’re about to do is going to be like a porno, okay? But there’s not going to be anything cheesy about it.” A tingle of need ran through me. “Have I ever told you that I love the way you talk so dirty so confidently?”

“I know you are going to give it to me cause you want to see me again.” She moves closer to me once again and runs her fingers down my chest, “What makes you think that.” “The smile on your face while you were sucking me.” She gasps as if in horror, “Did you watch me.” I confidently answer, not even afraid to admit. “There is nothing sexier than your tight lips wrapped around my cock.” “Is that one of your lines.” “It's the image of you that is going to be stuck in my head tonight.” “You make asking for my number sound like a porno.”

"Faster make me cum on pineapple then you can lick it clean after." He sped up, wrist snapping, the wet squelching sounds filling the room, obscene and hilarious at the same time. I laughed through a moan, grabbing his hair, yanking his head up. "Look at me while you fuck me with fruit. See how much I love making you do dirty shit?" His eyes were wild, pupils blown, cheeks flushed. "I see it. Fuck… I love it too. Cum for me… cum on this stupid thing."

“That’s enough for tonight, sweetheart. We can’t push our luck.” Marcus pouted dramatically, making her almost laugh. She raked her nails teasingly down his chest and whispered more filth: “We’re in bed with your father. You can’t just use Mommy’s body all night… no matter how much we both want it.” They shared slow, sensual kisses, tongues dancing lightly. The dirty talk escalated. “I bet you’re incredible at sucking dick,” Marcus murmured. Sophia smiled wickedly. “And I already know you’re incredible at eating Mommy’s pussy. Remember how you made my big clit throb all day after that first night?”

You love being double-fucked, don't you? The dirty talk fueled her, words weaving through the grunts and buzz. 'Yes... love it... your dicks own me!' Scarlett panted, exhibitionism burning in her veins—the idea of hotel staff outside, oblivious to her being ravaged. Damian leaned in, breath hot on her neck. 'Louder, red. Scream for big daddy. Cum hard on their dicks while I vibe this clit raw.' He twisted the vibrator, ramping the speed, the intense pulses making her thighs quake.

Poor woman. When the elevator doors closed, I leaned up and whispered in his ear, “I can play dirty, too.” “And if I wasn’t trying to behave, I’d have this elevator stopped and you against the wall so I could fuck you senseless.” My breath caught when he pulled me to his body. “I play more than dirty, sweetheart. I play downright filthy.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. “And if you keep playing dirty, I’m not promising I’ll be able to behave for very long.”

Marcus: “Tell us, baby girl, when we eat your pussy on the beach, do you want us to suck your clit hard or flick it soft and fast until you squirt?” Jake: “You’re going to let us finger you while the sun comes up, aren’t you? Two fingers in that tight hole, curling against your g-spot while we watch your face twist in pleasure.” Tyler: “And when you’re close, we’re going to edge you over and over. Make you beg ‘please let me come’ like a good little whore. You’ll say it, won’t you?” I bite my lip hard, legs trembling helplessly, heat pooling between my thighs under their relentless teasing touches and dirty words. I know I should say no.

I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand. “I will bet fifty dollars on you not getting your cock between my boobs tonight.” He winks and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you. I will take that as a personal challenge.” I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?” He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.” I smirk. There is something extremely honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not.