Mexican Word Of The Day Dirty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Stay the fuck away from me." "Hai una bella boccata d'aria su di te, puttana." I was officially enraged. I knew puttana meant whore and I didn't want to believe that he just called me a whore. "Di chi cagna sei?" As if calling me a whore wasn't enough, he had to call me a bitch as well. I didn't think my decision through, but I definitely didn't regret it as I raised my knee and connected it with his groin.

“You always hid them under those boring sweaters. Look at you now, dripping all over your best friend’s hand while I suck on you.” The dirty words send a fresh wave of slickness gushing out around Mia’s thrusting fingers. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing—juices running down my ass crack, soaking Mia’s palm and the sheets beneath me. My pussy clenches rhythmically, walls fluttering as the pressure builds deep inside.

He imitated the voice of disgust as if throwing up and I could tell for real that was something that he could not do at all, at least not that day. “But we get cleaned up….” I was trying to explain to him when he looked at me and said, “That thing is never clean, even if washed with JIK it still would remain dirty…, that thing is like a sewage!” He was fucking serious!

, My voice made her stop in mid motion. “You finally awake bitch”, She chuckled as she sauntered towards me. “Yep, chained but still happy not like you, amplio coño”, l chuckled too at the end. “Amplio coño”, She had confusion all over her face and that made me to laugh. “What does that mean you bitch, l know it’s Spanish so tell me before I kill you”, She hissed out.

“Maybe, but it would be a lot more than you could afford.” “What’s the difference between you and the prostitutes? Why aren’t they dancing?” “Because they’re Mexicans and niggers,” the dancer said. “We don’t let them dance. They’re gross.” “Little judgmental aren’t you?”

She again asked them making Emiliano to hiss at her making her flinch. "¡¿No puedes hablar sin tartamudear, perra?!" Emiliano said in annoyance making her confuse because she didn't know what he was saying. (Translation: Can't you speak without stuttering bitch?!) "C-c-can you please s-say it in English? I can't u-understand what y-you said." She asked him politely giving him an apologetic look but he gritted his teeth. "Can't you speak without stuttering, you bitch?!" Emiliano again spat making her frown at his words because she can't do anything in it but she felt bad that he called her a bitch for that.

“That way, we don’t have to worry about you…” “Say it.” She swallows, dropping her eyes to her purple painted toenails. “Say it, Mia. Finish your sentence.” She exhales shakily, her knuckles white where she’s holding onto the sink. “That way, you don’t have to worry about cumming inside me.” I growl. I fucking growl, closing the space between us with the determined strides of a man ready to get what he wants. “Have you ever said the word ‘fuck’, Mia?”

He chuckled, then bit into the burger before I could give him a reply. He groaned again, leaning back as the sound left his throat. “Fuck…this is good,” Somehow that word transported me back to that night, reminding me that Roman was a dirty talker. Who would have thought such a put together, elegant looking man would be so…interesting in bed? Damn it, Amelia! Stop thinking dirty thoughts in a fucking restaurant! “Everything okay?” Roman asked, his words snapping me out from the thoughts that had already stained the rest of my mind.

Mila “Ah… you are already wet. What made you wet, little mouse? The thought of me playing with your arsehole or is it just my touch that can make you so wet?” The fact was, it was all of him. His touch. His voice. His dirty words. Everything that he was affected me like this, making my body yearn for more of him even as my mind battled with me for giving into his touch and for feeling the desire that I shouldn’t because of his filthy words.

It’s nice to have another person who likes me, for whatever reason. “Let’s go find your man and make Carmen’s face implode.” Meadow sounds like she’s a little too invested in doing that, her accent a tad heavier when she’s smirking, her lips curling like the cat that got the cream. That smug tone, and I can’t deny, she’s lifted my mood completely in terms of that ‘Skanky Puta’ which I now know means ‘dirty slut’. Eloquent. I guess having someone on your side who’s not ordained by the fates to be so, makes a difference. It’s no longer just me and Colton.