Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

Her heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples rubbing together with every thrust. We were fully scissoring now with our legs intertwined, pussies grinding wetly, clits sliding and bumping with every roll of her hips. The wet, filthy sounds of our cunts rubbing together filled the quiet library. I reached down and spread my pussy lips wider so my clit could grind harder against hers. “Yes— just like that,” I whimpered, meeting her thrusts. “Grind your wet pussy on mine, Miss Kimberly. I’m so close…”

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

Ready And Wet For My Stepdaddy 4 Walking around with Daddy’s cum still leaking out of me feels so filthy… and I love it. After breakfast, I spent the rest of the morning doing normal things — or at least pretending to. I cleaned the kitchen while wearing nothing but Dean’s t-shirt, feeling his warm load slowly dripping down my inner thighs with every step. Every time I bent over, I made sure he got a view of my bare, creamy pussy. He watched me like a predator the entire time, his cock half-hard in his sweatpants.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

"You're very wet, aren't you? What kind of a nasty girl gets this wet from playing with her bottom? You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" She moaned. "Yes. I'm a dirty, nasty, filthy girl." "What do I need to do to make my dirty girl come for me?" "Just don't stop," she whimpered, writhing under my touch. I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, pumping it in and out, while my other hand was pushing, pumping, twisting inside of her pussy. I felt the trembling start, then uncontrollable quivering. Her legs were stretched out, muscles rock hard. She cried out, ass cheeks clenching, coming hard for me. I eased my fingers out of her, and rubbed her pink cheeks gently.

“Clean Daddy’s best friend’s cock like a good little slut. Taste how much you came for him.” She forced one final, almost painful orgasm out while deep-throating the dildo, thighs clamped, body seizing, a broken whimper vibrating around the toy as more fluid leaked out of her onto the already ruined sheets. Only then did she stop. Milie let the dildo fall from her mouth with a filthy wet sound. She pulled the vibrator out of her ass and dropped it. Then she lay there in front of the mirror, completely destroyed — tits covered in red handprints and spit, nipples swollen and dark, cunt and ass open and shiny, sheets soaked in a wide dark patch of cream and squirt, face wet with tears and drool

I never really bought into fairy tales; those stories seemed too good to be true. After losing my parents, I realized everything has its expiration date. The impending end of my relationship with Mario is almost palpable. Despite the chaos brewing, my feet stay firmly planted on the ground. Now, about that mysterious note – being at the Princetons’, I figure they’ve probably left one at my house. The thought makes my heart skip a beat. “Who’s trying to blackmail me?” I type on my notes app with determination.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

“What is your business with my virginity? Maybe you should learn to stop poking your nose into other people's business. Then you will live long on earth. Mira pokes my hand, motioning for me to stop. I ignore her. Someone needs to tell him that. Who else but me? He acts all calm and saintly, like he knows everything, but I know what lurks behind that mask. Mira bends down, picking up the rose vibrator and stuffing it into her bag. I reach out, snatching it back from her.