Reads You For Filth Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You forget that I'm a peasant now." "You forget that your father is a bloody duke." "You forget that I am an illegitimate child so it doesn't matter." She added after a short pause. "Besides, I'm used to do sort of things now..." "What? Rubbing the floor?" "Yes, and worse. I clean up a henhouse too, it's always full of chicken waste." He frowned at the imaginings. "That's disgusting. You can't be serious." "It's true." "Nonsense. You bring your maid with you."

Her eyes start to glisten as the news sinks in Fuck

“Take it ALL, you filthy cumdump!” I collapsed in a sobbing, twitching heap, his seed gushing out in creamy rivers. But the fire raged on—I spun, dropping to my knees in the puddle of our mess, looking up with mascara-streaked, tear-filled eyes. “M-more, Alex? Sniffle—let me worship it? Clean your cock with my throat—fuck my face till I choke and puke! I’m your greedy, crying cum-guzzler—use me again!”

My own whispered words echoed in the emptiness, a pathetic confession to no one. “I’m your filthy cocksucker…”

I smirked—she was soaking wet for me, and the thought made me giddy with desire. “Oh, fuck me, Gomez!” she cried out and arched her hips when I started pumping into her with my fingers. I had slipped another finger in and curled it inside of her tight pussy, stretching her out. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. I bit down on my lip, grinding my fingers deeper. “Filthy little slut… you’re soaked and gripping me so tight.” I pressed my mouth to her ear, my voice rough and low. “You love my fingers stuffing your wet pussy, don’t you? Say it.”

If there is another life, I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, and that I could meet you again with a clean slate. I stood there for a long time after finishing the letter. Then, I walked to the window and watched the snow drift down outside. There was no anger, no grief, not even a ripple of emotion. Only an immense, boundless emptiness. So this was the truth. What had fueled all that evil was not some twisted love, but another warped and pitiful soul. I tossed the letter and the brown envelope into the fireplace together. Orange flames swallowed the words in seconds, turning them into ash.

“Whois fucking you so hard, Kitten?” “You are!!!” I cried. Arching my butt even higher, I could feel something warm and liquid running down my head, reaching out to clean it with my hands, it was blood— blood from my scalp from pulling my hair to much. “Lucian, please l-let got of my hair, it's hurting.” I whispered, feeling the grip on my hair lossening a bit but not totally.“Your tight pussy won't know peace as long as I am still alive.” Lucian groaned, slamming harder into me. Other hand?

Contains sexual scenes and usage of profanity. Yours, E.C.

But it's all my fault. Everything's my fault. All mine. I'm sorry. #IfYou'reReadingThis #IWantYou At the end of reading it all, I shivered. Again. The third, if not the fourth time now. Everything just felt hot. Raw. I felt raw. Like I'd been stripped and laid up outside for all to see. Like my covers weren't really on my body right now, shielding me. Protecting me, from the unslaught of those words. I couldn't ignore what I just read. The sentences...the meanings and... sincerity behind them.

“FUCK!!!” ~~ I can see you didn’t stop and you read till this end. You read every filthy word, let it drip into you like sin..slow, hot, and exactly what your body craved. Don’t even try to lie. You’re hot, aren’t you? Good. So here’s your only warning. Run while you still can cause this story will fuck with your soul… And if you’re still here, still reading? Don’t stop now. You started this. So take it.