Novel & Cerita Revenge Free Sex Stories

"You're a real scam artist! You have chicken and ducks at home, yet you're charging us ten dollars for a meal? Do you have no conscience for exploiting workers like us?" With that, she threw rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables all over me in a fit of rage.

Or it might not. Life would slide back into routine—work, school, family dinners, pretending. Either way, the sin had been worth it. Every stolen breath. Every bruising grip. Every pulse of heat when he filled her. Every single burning second. They’d carry it like a secret under their skin—quiet, simmering, always there if they ever needed to burn again.

Laty glared at him, “Take a step towards me, and you will regret this.” Kil only smirked at the words, "It is unclear to me why you are this way, but I hope to change that.” His million-dollar smile as he said those words was enough to make an ordinary man swoon. However, Laty isn't an ordinary man. He's out to get revenge on those who killed his parents. With a battle cry, he charged toward Kil. “Dark.” Kil facepalmed as he watched his mate approach. “Whoever said having half-souls makes things easier for you was lying.”

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

“Come for me again, you worthless breeding bitch. Squirt all over the conference table where important clients sit. Show the city what a messy squirting whore my new employee is.” Sara shattered. Her orgasm hit like lightning. She screamed as her pussy convulsed hard around his thick cock, squirting powerfully. Clear fluid sprayed out in jets, soaking his abs, the table, and even splashing against the window glass. Her body shook violently in the folded position, toes curling, eyes rolling back. Mr. Vance didn’t slow down. He kept railing her through the orgasm, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill you again,” he snarled. “Take every fucking drop deep in your womb like the cum-hungry

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

There were even rumors that someone inside the pack was planning a rebellion. That was because after the fight at the altar, Kai had broken Dion's leg and silver had been injected into the wound, and it could never heal. Now he had a limp, becoming a crippled werewolf. He went down on his knees and begged for my forgiveness, swearing that he would never betray me again. But when I remembered everything that happened in my past life, I didn't want to see him anymore. I told the guards to throw him out, but he desperately grabbed me.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.