Math Pick Up Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

Giselle's POV: *****Warning***** ***Mature Content Ahead*** “I am going to f*ck you with my tongue and you will love it. C*m on my tongue. I will suck you until you can’t take it anymore” His dirty talk was somehow tempting me. The promise in his tone was making me believe that he was going to do exactly what he said.

And that’s without all the running and these hikes Ben has him pushing out. “I’m going to eat your pussy out, darlin’ and make you feel so good before I eat anything else. I want to taste your sweet as honey pussy cream and lick your slit whilst you writhe all over my face. Now get up on your knees and straddle my face and make sure you hang on to that headboard.” Wow, he’s a dirty fucker, but yeah, I love it.

Feeling a little more adventurous and kinky, I raised my head from between her legs and said, "I noticed last night that you really got off and turned on by me talking dirty to you, mom. Does dirty pillow talk make you wet and horny?" Mom blushed and nodded silently, embarrassed at her own admission to her son. I smiled as I gently bit her inner thigh causing her to moan softly. I then added, "Have you ever talked dirty during sex, or was that just a fantasy of yours? Why don't you try it now? I'll lick your wet pussy and make you cum harder than you ever have before, and all you have to do is ask or tell me what you want. How does that sound, mom?"

"Dare!" "Reminder that this is a dirty themed, okay?" His smirk widened. "Lick my toe, baby." "What the fuck?!"

They were so much moved by this pick up line that they couldn’t even allow him to finish. “I could search my whole life through and through and never find another you. If I had to choose whether to breathe or to love you, I would use my last breath to tell you that... I love you.” “As the days are passing by, my love for you is growing strong. Please be mine forever. Please belong to me. You are my life's most wonderful song. Please marry me, Erica.” He said the last few lines and my fork dropped for my hands, not attracting them since they were all focussed on the proposal.

LonelyGirl: I want to call you Sir. PrinceCharming: 🍆 perfect. Call me sir from now on. I wish you were here so I could show you what you do to me 💦 PrinceCharming: If you were here I'd bath you, choose your outfit - I'm thinking pink silk or black and strapping, high ponytail. Do you want that? LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. Take control. Make me yours. 💋♥️ PrinceCharming: good girl 🎉 PrinceCharming: I wanted to take this slow but I'm about to bust a nut 🥜 here. I want to allow me to take any hole I want, any time I want. 🍑 🍆 💦

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.

“And if I fail to give you 100 chemistry pickup lines?” “I will get to that later so do we have a deal?” “Yeah, I guess we do.” Dwight said as he brought his hand for a handshake. And that’s how my problems started, I thought he wouldn’t actually give me a 100 pickup lines, because for a while, he kept quiet and I thought I was victorious, hell I was already making planes of what I will tell him to do, but I didn’t know that he was just getting ready, now we are on number 84 and I have never been so frustrated since that holdup in traffic five years ago in Senegal. I already told him to stop, but his smart reply was we had a deal…. I made a deal with the fucking devil.

He cut me off and he held a sexy smirk in his face and said, "Because you set my heart on fire." He wiggled his eyebrows. Should I laugh? This is so funny. Still the pick up line worked on me. "You have the worst pick up line ever. No wonder why you are single!" I teased him as he pouted his lips showing a sad expression. I pecked his pouted lip and ruffled his hair. "You're such a child!" I laughed. He laughed along with me not knowing why we were laughing.

Every second I’m off-screen the chat gets filthier, spamming guesses and begging for skin. When I step back in, pink satin tied tight across my tits, they lose their shit. Hearts, flames, filthy emojis fly like confetti. I give them a slow twirl, tilt my hips, laugh right into the mic. “Think you picked well?” They answer by blowing up the screen.