Raunchy Novels & Stories

"Randy is a filthy, outcast orphan that nobody wants." The description hit me with the blunt force of a weapon designed specifically to cause maximum damage, each word chosen for its ability to wound, and I could feel the eyes of every party guest in the vicinity turning towards me to see how I would react to being called filthy and unwanted in front of a room full of wealthy, influential people.

I was already feeling cold but I couldn't complain it was my fault for wearing a dress to look sexy. "And we are here" we both got out of the car . I adjusted my cloth as we walk into a fancy club with two bouncer standing by the side. Angi said something to one of the bouncer and he let us in. We both walk in to the club. Loud music was blasting so loud playing pills and automobile by Chris brown. People were busy rocking, making out ,tweaking in the dance floor. I could even see some people practically having sex. people could be .

How can a phrase so corny get to my tingling balls so much? “You are damn sopping wet, baby. Are you ready because it’s going to be a fucking wild ride?”

, She even cried out more loudly when she felt him tease her swollen pink c **t , rubbing it roughly before running his middle finger over the s**t of her p*** y . " I really like your blooming s*****l Desire , Rinna " , he half chuckled , half groaned out before he lifted himself up and covered up her lips . . His tongue tasting of her juices , he dipped it in to her mouth then he kissed her deeply and passionately as he also positioned his hot turgid flesh man hood at the entrance of her p***y . .

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Scott's face turns slightly red, but he smiles. "I can't sing worth nothing, darling." Martina grips my arm and whispers in my ear. "I swear if Ryker didn't mark me last night, my panties would have just flown off." Okay, how can I not laugh at that? Poor Scott's face gets redder, so I'm pretty sure he heard what she said. Based on the look Ryker has right now and how he's pulling Martina against him, I believe he heard as well.

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

“Every man’s had this at some point. There’s literally nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about I can’t help being nervous, okay? “I just don’t like the idea of some stranger poking around down there.” “Oh, I dunno about that,”Ricky teased. “Having a stranger poke around down there sounds kinda fun to me. “Yeah, maybe to you, cause you’re a…slut!” Ray laughed and Punched Ricky lightly on the arm. Ricky giggled and returned the slap. “I am not!” Oh god! I’m late!” I suddenly said as I looked down at his watch. He had changed in the quarters of Ricky's luxurious bathroom.

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I could only feel my heart pounding against my ribs, the sensation making my fingertips tingle. Something hot surged up from deep inside me, rushing to my throat and getting lodged there. I opened my mouth, not even sure what I was going to say, but the words just tumbled out-- "No underwear? That's so slutty." The words hung in the air. We both froze. Two seconds of dead silence. Then Rylan laughed. Not his usual crinkle-eyed smile. This was a low laugh, rumbling from deep in his chest, laced with a hoarse, grating quality that sent shivers down my spine.