Math Pick Up Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

"Not without a kiss" "Have you gone mad?" "Yes, in your love" "Ha, ha, ha... Very funny! It is a very cheezy and old line. Try something new" "I don't know anything. I want a kiss otherwise I won't cut the call" "It's ok then I would disconnect"

“Like it? Imagine it in your mouth, me thrusting while you suck.” The dirty talk flowed endless–about gagging, swallowing, riding reverse. He guided my hand to stroke him, whispering, “Faster, baby. Make me come thinking of your Pussy.” I did, pulse racing as he tensed, spilling over my fingers. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. After, he cleaned up, mask still on. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” “ So are you.”

Means I get to meet you. Is that a pickup line? Because it's damn cheesy as hell. But it doesn't stop the blush that comes to my cheeks.

“You’re not any woman. I grabbed you because you’ve been in my head for the last damn month and it’s drivin’ me crazy. Who are you?” Macie snorted. “That is the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard.” Those blue, blue eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t a pick up line.” “Good thing, because it sure as hell isn’t working.” “Look. Let’s start over. I’m an artist. And I’d like—” “—to show me your etchings?” She snickered. “Har har. I really am an artist.” “Yeah? So was the last guy I was involved with. Been there, done that, have the tie-dyed T-shirt and the roach clip to prove it. Move along, Picasso.”

Oh, someone give him an Emmy throwing out The Sandlot quotes towards me while also shooting me down. “Baby, I’m serious, I’m not gonna fuck you tonight, but there is one thing that I’ve been thinking of since the moment I first saw you,” he says while looking at me with lust-filled eyes. “I’ve been wondering what you taste like and I can’t get it out of my head. So, I may not be giving you everything you want, but I have no issue licking your pussy to finally know the answer to the question that’s been plaguing me.”

“Right by that bridge, there’s a break in the railing where cars can drive up. Can you pick me up there?” “Absolutely. You still haven’t told me what you’re wearing, though.” “A little black dress.” “Ah. Is it easy access?” “Aren’t they all?” “Some more than others. What have you got on underneath?” I giggled a little as I headed over to the meeting place. “Are you serious?” “I am totally serious.” “What has gotten into you?” “The question is, how long before I’ll be getting into you?” “Oh my God, that sounds like one of the cheesiest pick-up lines ever.”

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

“Oh, God that feels good, it hits me right in my pussy.” “Your beautiful, pretty pussy, baby. I’m going to put my head between your legs and lick all your juices and suck on your clit until you beg me to make you come all over my face.” He’s a dirty talker but I’m used to it now and I freakin’ love it. “Promises, promises big boy.” “You better believe it, baby.”

Dirty, nasty and ready to fuck her brainless. "Such a dirty slut," Her dirty Santa crooned, watching her fuck her cunt at a faster pace. Monica curled her fingers, tickling her walls and searching for that spot. The spot that was so sensitive, a few more strokes, and she would be coming. She had to go before her husband and kids worried where she was gone. "I'm your dirty slut," She panted, egging him on. Whether she liked it or not, his dirty talking was hot, and it made her pussy drip like a faucet, so she needed him to keep speaking. "How would Santa punish me?"

When I came down from my high, he removed his fingers slowly, watching them slip out of my soaking wet pussy, a pleased smile on his face. He popped the finger into his mouth, looking up at me as he sucked it clean. I gasped. “You taste so fucking good, Lind. Do you know that?”