Mexican Lust Novels & Stories

She wanted to know why I left the party like that. I ignored the message. If I was to tell her why I left the party, I'd have to tell her why I gambled and cheated Rick and his boys. It is something I was ashamed to explain, something no one knows about, except me. I hear my mum's car drive into the mansion. I looked out my window and Alexandra was with them. She still looked pale, unable to walk by herself without mum and her dad's support. I shut the curtains, glaring at my phone on the bed. “Let's make things even.” I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app.

“That baby has nothing to do with me! That's your baby with your ex-girlfriend, you just don't want to call it what it is!” “Rhea, you're being hysterical…” Patricia started. “Of course I'm being hysterical! My husband secretly had a baby with another woman!” “I didn’t sleep with her. It was a medical procedure. Artificial insemination. I stared at him. “You think that makes it better? You think because you didn't have sex with her, this betrayal is somehow less?”

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

She inserted the flashdrive in the laptop and immediately the screen came alive. Everyone in the room gasped at the screen making Victoria wonder what had happened. "What is this, Me Perkins?" Mr Lucky's deep voice shook her ground. She immediately turn to face the screen only to see a video of a man and a woman having sex. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw it. She immediately removed the flash drive from the laptop. She wondered how that got in there because she never saw it when she was coding before. They began to whisper to themselves in the room while she inserted the flash drive again, hoping this time, all she had worked for will show but instead the same showed again and she pan

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

“Wrong? Your cunt is sucking my fingers like it’s starving. You’re not leaving this room until we’ve corrected every bad habit you’ve developed.” They moved like they’d done this before. Ruiz lifted me onto the table and spreading my legs wide. His cock was already out—thick, heavy, veined, easily nine inches and leaking. He rubbed the fat head up and down my sloppy slit, coating himself in Jax’s cum. “Biology lesson, mija. This pussy is in heat. Needs to be bred properly.” Then he slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

The wet, squelching sounds of her masturbátion mixed with her rising moans, creating a symphony of pure lust. One of the lustful men in the third row, a tall businessman with sharp features, stood up slowly. His cóck was already straining against his trousers. He was not the only one. Several others began to rise, drawn toward the stage like moths to a flame. Lila’s moans had become louder than any of the professional actors. They were raw, genuine, and impossibly arousing. Each cry sent a fresh wave of desire through the crowd.