Math Pick Up Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

“Six straight hours of strangers wrecking my shithole, Pete. What did you expect, a virgin?” He groaned at the reminder, hips snapping forward harder. “Still hot as hell, though. Feels like I’m fucking a worn-out sleeve…” She moaned, nails scraping the hood of the Rolls. “That’s it. Talk dirty. Tell me how sloppy I am.” He slammed harder, the wet squelch of her ruined hole echoing off the alley walls. “Fuck… Ma’am, you’re so loose I could shove my fist in.” “Try me,” she taunted, voice shaking with need. “Reach in and feel how many loads are sloshing around in my guts.”

“Taste yourself on Daddy’s cock.” I opened my mouth obediently, and he pushed in slowly, letting me taste the evidence of my own pleasure. It was filthy and perfect—the taste of my cum mixed with the salt of his skin. I moaned around him, sucking eagerly, my tongue swirling to clean every inch. Victor groaned, his hand sliding into my hair. “Fuck, that’s it. Suck your cum off my cock. You taste so good, don’t you? Such a dirty little girl for us.”

“Did I suck on these pretty tits last night? You’re so fucking sensitive already.” His filthy words sent a twisted bolt of heat straight to my core.

“We should.” His hand doesn’t stop. It slides between my thighs from behind, his fingers dragging through the mess of his cum leaking from my pussy. Two fingers push back inside me through his own load and the wet, filthy sound of it in the quiet kitchen makes both of us groan. “You’re full of me,” he says, pumping his fingers slowly, his cum squelching around them. “Full of my cum in my kitchen. Do you know how fucked up that is?” “Yes,” I gasp, pushing back on his fingers. “I know exactly how fucked up it is. Don’t stop.”

"Mr Nick Winston, that was the worst pick up line I've ever heard for the record." The girl beside me laughed and gave thumbs up to Elena saying, "That was a bummer!" Elena laughed together with her. "Then I'll make it only for me." Elena pleaded me, "Ah! No. I need too. Please. I came to eat your cooking. Um… that was the best pickup line ever. It was the first time I heard it. And it's true." She said to that girl, "Mind your business. He's the best." "Go and Look in that row. I'll come after getting here."

“Sounds like a pathetic excuse for a pick-up line to me.” “If I was going to use a chat-up line, I know for a fact that wouldn’t work. It’d have to be something dirtier for you.” I refused to blush. “Don’t fuck around, Ivan. You’re here for a reason. Now I want to know what it is.”

Then Chris asks, "Wanna hear some pickup lines?" Piper grins, "Sure." "Are you g****e cause you have everything I've been looking for," he starts. Piper smiles, "Good one." "Did it hurt?" Chris asks. "Did what hurt?" "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Piper bursts out laughing. "Wait. Your boobs look great in this dress," he says. Piper smiles but then remembers that it's supposed to be a pickup line. She has heard it before.

“You wanted me to lose my fucking mind until I couldn’t take it anymore. Until I had my fat cock buried all the way inside you. That’s what you wanted, huh?” He’s so vulgar, so crass, and I shouldn’t like it but my body does. I moan as a rush of wetness coats his penis and he feels it, a pained grin settling on his lips. “My dirty little Abigail,” he murmurs. “Seducing your uncle until he’s scrambling to get his cock out and up this tight cunt.” A particularly harsh thrust follows those words and I wail into my hand which is now filled with bite marks. “Hell knows if I knew I had a niece with a pussy this tight, I’d have hopped on the first flight and come down here the second I divorced my

Let's just say, she's now a sucker for his d*ck. "You keep sucking me like that, sweetheart. Do you like it that much huh? Would you like me to spurt my c*m all over your face or let you swallow it? Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I'll do both, oh," Sandro's dirty talk is just making Demie do more, she moans while she's taking her rough thrusts on her mouth. "I'm c*mming, sweetheart. Oh, yeah take your man's c*m… F*ck," with one last hard thrust, he came into her mouth. He pulls out his c*ck and strokes it in front of her face, spurting some of it in there.

I stumble over my words. “I love you and want you to be happy. Just think about what I said.” “Fine, I’ll think about it.” “And feel free to send me any pictures of that sexy man holding a baby. You know I’m a sucker for hot guys holding babies. And puppies. Or reading or holding a cup of coffee.” “So just hot men in general?” I laugh. “Guilty. I’m about to get in a cab, talk soon, though, okay?”