Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

“Hmm, yes it is. You're enjoying this Miss Fisher.” “No, Sir, I'm not. Honestly. I just want to pass, Sir. That's all.” “Well that's not what your p***y is telling me. Look it's getting really juicy now.” He said, slipping in his finger. “Oh, yeah, really juicy. You're enjoying it.” “I'm not.” She said holding his hand there. Janet's bum was moving towards his crotch as he withdrew his fingers, smearing her juices over the crack of her bum. She moaned, lifting it even higher towards him.

“My husband’s never had this hole. You’re ruining it, Elias. Own it.” He started thrusting, slow at first, then harder, pounding her asshole while she fingered her own cunt. The room filled with nasty wet sounds; skin slapping, her asshole squelching around his cock, her moans turned into broken sobs of ecstasy. She came again, ass clenching so hard he almost lost it. He pulled out and shoved straight into her pussy without cleaning his cock, ass to cunt, making her scream at the depravity. “Yes! Dirty me up! Use all my holes like your personal cumdump!”

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

The sight of him cheating on me turns me on so badly which I can't explain as I slipped my hand under my skirt without thinking as my fingers brushed my panties which were already soaked. I bite my lips while circling my clit slowly matching to the rhythm of his thrusts. “This is so insane and I still can't believe that I'm getting off on my husbands infidelity?” I said. Jim flips her over while spreading her legs wide as he hooked them over his shoulders. “Look at me while I fill you up,” he demanded slamming back in. He kept bouncing on each other while her nails racked his back. “Jim, oh fuck you are so big and I want you to ruin pussy!”

The three of them ran toward Klauss' car where Mort and Sumire boarded in the backseat. They quickly entered the phantom car, carrying an enormous book signed and authored by the three of them: Narco, Lyric, and Leroy. It was a birthday gift they made for Klauss, a well self-made scientific book about bacteria and viruses that the three of them worked hard to figure out how to eradicate Klauss's most hated organism. But due to their weak minds in this field of study and they made no effort to understand the complex scientific terms, failed research, they accidentally made a book on how to multiply the bacteria and viruses in numbers. They immediately saw Mort and Sumire still asleep in his a

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

She moaned softly, her fingers moving faster, teasing her cunt and sliding her fingers into her pussy, just to bring them out wet and glistening with her juices. “Say it slower,” she murmured. I obeyed. She kept watching me, eyes hooded, opening and closing them in pleasure while she rubbed herself harder. Then her hand stopped. She stood, came over, took the book from me and tossed it aside. Her lips brushed my ear. “Take off your clothes.” I did without hesitation. She sat back down.m, legs open and her eyes on mine. “Come here. On your knees.” I dropped to the floor between her legs, already shaking.

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.

It looked and smelt like shit, but it was my home. I took double glances down the streets for cops before slipping through a hole in the fence. Then, I rushed up the broken steps and into the building before closing the door shut. “Okay, okay," I muttered under my breath, my trembling hands still holding a firm grasp on the book. “What did Gerald say about the book again? Magic spellbook that conjured up… a demon lord?” I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and dragged the dust ridden drapes still hung above them, letting the morning sunlight spill into the place. My boots crunched glass as I turned and made my way to the altar.