One Direction Preferences Dirty Gifs Novels & Stories

he asked, voice low and filthy. “Yes,” I moaned, rocking against his hand. “It made me feel so dirty… and so fucking turned on. I kept thinking about you watching me. About what you were going to do to me.” Victor pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them. Taste how wet you are for me.” I opened my mouth obediently and sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them as I tasted myself. He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, his cock visibly straining against his pants.

“That’s my girl. Still talking dirty even when you’re trying to play professionally. The fair’s chaotic energy is perfect for your style though. All these people letting loose, sweating, wanting things they shouldn’t. Kinda like you.” We kept moving with the flow of the crowd, bodies pressing closer every few steps. His hand brushed the small of my back once, fingers grazing just above my ass through the thin dress. It sent a shiver up my spine. I could smell him again, that familiar scent that always got me going. My pulse beat heavier between my legs. “You’re one to talk,” I said, glancing sideways at him. “Out here photographing the festival like some serious artist while your dick is pro

Taylor's POV The orgy was really noisy, dark with heavy bass. People were all over the place, openly talking with each other with some shamelessly fucking. My eye couldn’t leave the gay couple fucking right next to me and I felt myself cock twitch in my pants. That's when I spotted Sam. He was leaning by the bar, arms crossed over a tight, black shirt that displayed the pump of a hard body. He was grinning while looking around. Our eyes met, and I walked right to him, my heart going crazy fast at that moment.

But you're going to anyways. I slipped my hand inside. The voices in the other room blurred into background noise. Oliver's low laugh. Marcus's sharp commentary. Ethan's occasional grunts. The thud of a controller hitting the couch. They were right there. Three guys, fhree pairs of hands and definetely three sets of eyes that could walk through my door at any second. I pressed two fingers against my clit, just pressure, just a tease that made my hips bucked. “Fuckkk……aahhhhh” i moaned, hands digging faster.

Her soaked pussy was on full display, visibly dripping juices onto the floor while she moaned like a desperate whore. I shoved the screen right in her face, and her cheeks burned bright red. I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Turn it off… please…” "No, I won't. So you're a dirty little whore?" I chuckled darkly, towering over her naked body. My cock already rock-hard, straining painfully against my gym shorts. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, and tasty. How many times have I jerked off thinking about this exact body? I can't tell.

he said in a hoarse whisper. I wish he'd stop saying things like that because I could feel myself slowly losing control. He took my shirt off completely. "Damn... your body is so hot, it feels like it's burning. You want me that much, huh," he grinned and took off my underwear. I've never felt so exposed, but for once, I didn't care. He licked his finger then slipped it in and out of me, emitting soft moans from within my throat. "You are nice and tight, just the way I like it," he whispered in my ears and nibbled on my neck.

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.

His mouth parted, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “I need to touch you right now,” he whispered. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks like I was something delicate. But his eyes told a different story, he wanted to ruin me. Noah moved behind me, his chest pressing to my back as his lips found my neck. “I need to taste you,” he breathed against my skin, voice rough with need. Dennis stood at my side, his gaze sweeping over my body, slow and appreciative. His presence always made me feel like I was under a spotlight. “Tell us how to make you hot,” he said, his voice low, teasing, confident.

She let out a loud scream. Minutes later, Calvin entered. "What are you doing?" He questioned, definitely not impressed by the site in front of him. Floor was coated with soapy water. Blair was there, sitting on the floor surrounded by dirty clothes. Her white oversized tshirt and pajama shorts were soaked and her messy bun was really living upto it's name. He didn't know why, but for some reason he found her really cute. "Why are you so...." "Go ahead, say that I am hopeless."

“Fuck! So deep… ahhh!” Wanting to switch it up, I flip onto my stomach, ass up high for the camera. “Like this view? My pretty little cum slut ass shaking for you.” I reach back, sliding the dildo in from behind, my cheeks spreading. “Ohhh yes… pound me doggy style.” Thrusting back onto it, my moans turn rawer, muffled into the pillow at first. “Mmmph… unhh! Harder… make me your slut.” My free hand snakes under to flick my clit, and I grind against it, body trembling. “Ahh… ahh… it’s so intense like this. Feel my pussy clenching?” Juices drip down my thighs, making everything slippery and real. I look back at the camera, eyes half-lidded, whispering sweetly. “I love being your dirty girl, Kh