Pull Up Your Pants You Loser Movie Novels & Stories

"You got it son but how about you get off your ass and go get her back if you truly want her like you claim because I for once didn't raise a loser and you are starting to act like one. A bitchy loser at that" "I'm not a loser" He leaned over the table. His eye narrowing into slit at me, "Then prove it"

"Dante! Know your place! You are nothing but a dog the family picked up from the slums! If Sophia hadn't insisted on marrying you, you'd still be moving contraband at the docks! What right do you have to scream and shout here!" The words struck Dante's face like a barbed whip. "Slums," "Watchdog," "Charity"... These words sobered him up instantly, triggering an explosion of his deep-seated inferiority and twisted pride. He stood there stiffly, watching the room full of guests pointing fingers at him. He didn't believe it. How could Sophia, that vain, arrogant Mafia princess, really give up everything to go to a desolate wasteland where she could lose her life at any moment?

Seeing the guy in front of her gulping, she smirked, losing hold of her pants as if she were about to remove them. "You..." He frowned, embarrassed. "What? I was only tightening the grip of my pants. Why were you looking? Do you want to fuck? Well, you see, this pu$$y is not for losers to fuck. If you want to bury your d__k in here, you need to beat me in this match." The guy snarled and asked. "Do you think you can win over me?" "No but..." She paused, thinking of the right word to use. "I can't win over you, but I can trash you to hell."

Jack, desperate to lessen his guilt, began begging me frantically. Suspended from the rescue team and under a storm of public outrage, he looked like a lost, wounded dog. He knelt at my doorstep, ignoring the neighbors' shocked stares, his face streaked with tears and snot. He slapped his own swollen, reddened face repeatedly, each strike landing with a dull thud. "I'm sorry, Willow. I'm sorry, Nancy!" he screamed hoarsely. "I'm not a human! I'm a monster! I was blinded by that calculated woman and did unthinkable things…"

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

Nevertheless, like the unfeeling bastard he was, he yanked her pants buttons open and pulled them down her feet. His motion was like a magician in a puppet show, too smooth and clean, while she, as the puppet, found herself standing in her bumpshort, the fleshy folds of her ass visible for him to see. Shock rippled through her as he pushed her down to her knees, unbuckling his fly and pressing her face to his pants before the door flew open in a violent motion. “Geez, man. Do I get an invitation?” The bald man leered at Ciara's behind, returning his gun to his belt.

Holden said, "but I have a condition. Stop keeping painful things to yourself. As your friend, I can help share your burdens too." One night, I received a call from Holden's assistant: "Miss Seraphina, something terrible has happened to Mr. Holden!" "What happened?" "Kieran has taken Mr. Holden hostage. He says if you refuse to see him, he'll..." I rushed to the suburban villa without hesitation. The night was thick with darkness, and over a dozen werewolf guards stood watch. Soon, the villa's main door opened. Holden stumbled out, pale-faced, one hand clutching his abdomen where blood seeped between his fingers.

But then, he briefly turned his attention to me when I spoke. "Shit!" That's all he said and ran again ... but he brings something with him. It was my… "Hey, shit! Give my panty back, bastard!" I shouted, but he never looked at me again. That bastard! Even though that panty just cost a dollar, it's hard to work now for money!

Jax followed seconds later, pumping my womb full until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs in creamy rivers. They pulled out slowly, leaving my holes gaping and ruined. I pushed like the trained p**n whore I was, showing the camera my prolapsed asshole and the cum farting out of my stretched cunt. “Look what you do to me, Victor,” I whispered breathlessly, still lost in the fantasy. “This should be your cum dripping from your stepdaughter’s filthy holes.” Tony lowered the camera, grinning. “Jesus, Lila. That was some of your hottest shit yet. The boss is gonna love this one—taboo stepdad stuff is trending like crazy.”

"Damian! Since when do you invite strangers to eat with us? Did you ask me first?" I gave a dismissive shrug. "No thanks. I have things to do." Honestly, I did not know why she still acted so smug. Clara had already filled me in on their situation earlier. Apparently, after I left, both Damian and Waverly had been fired from their jobs for 'improper conduct' and the negative attention their scandal attracted. Since then, Damian had been selling boxed lunches on the street to support their family. Waverly was, as always, a handful. Clara said she fought with Damian every other day and threw full-blown tantrums whenever things did not go her way.