One Direction Dirty Imagines Visual Novels & Stories

He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

"you should be looking down at my feet when you talk dirty rag!" "Excuse me,y..you mean,what?"I asked bemused. "yes that's what you are...a filthy rag!" "pardon.." "oh please don't pretend now"he cut in, raising his hand up to the air in disdain." you are unscrupulous,impure and disgusting. you go around with different men all the time to get a dollar note from their heavy pockets." "Why are you accusing me ....?I don't understand what you are talking about!"

Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead. Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.

She was looking straight past me. I turned around in confusion to see that one of the men had his dick hovering over my pussy. I sucked in a deep breath as a fresh pool of wetness settled between my legs. He nodded in understanding, and before I knew it, I was pulled in the opposite direction. I was lying on the ground now, facing Ophelia, but further away from her so that I couldn't touch her. The man by her side was fiddling with her dress, but his eyes had turned to our direction to behold the spectacle before him.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

Many women across the world had wished to be his princess! Cameras, lighting, props, and other special effects have been set up to capture the beautiful detail in the story that the actors will about to do. Sumire and Trevor were now in the center, and the next intimate scene is currently being done. Trevor cupped Sumire's face and looked at her deeply and intimately. They were in a darkened room. Trevor took off his upper garment and his muscular body appeared in the maiden's eyes. Trevor's face was covered in fake blood and scratches on his body. Sumire slowly traces his face down to his masculine body with her finger and looks lovingly in his eyes.

I whimpered into the silent, holy air, my eyes squeezed shut as I pictured him turning around, his eyes locking on mine as he saw me. I imagined him walking over, dropping to his knees, and pushing my legs apart right there. "Please… use your mouth…" I was fingering myself feverishly, two fingers plunging in and out of my soaking cunt, my thumb working my clit, my hips bucking against my own hand. I was so close, moaning his name like a prayer. "Oh God, Father… I'm gonna come…" "That is not my name." The voice, that deep, terrifyingly familiar baritone, came from right behind me.

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

And what Sarah was scared of was what Ron wanted to find out. Even the image of the little girl was stuck in Ron's memory. The image of how the girl stood there in her little and cute school uniform, staring at Sarah. The girl had Sarah's eyes, that, Ron was sure of. Those big, dark eyes belonged to Sarah and there was no doubting it. Any other features of that little girl were his. Those cute little lips, that pointy nose, the way her dark hair straightened. Everything about that little girl screamed of him. But why?