Sadistic Beauty Side Story A Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know that it is not safe… but I want to make you full with my cum. Mark you like some fucking animal.” Thoughts of the normal world had left me and all that existed was the carnal desire to be marked by Hayden despite how fucked up that sound. “Mark me then,” I begged him. “Claim me, fuck me… make me full with your cum, Hayden.” I gasped, my walls stretching around his tip, but he pulled back, teasing us both. Torturing us. He really was a sadist. His fingers glided over my heated sex, spanking me on my clit and rubbing my juices all over me and stroking himself with the same hand.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

For her mind and body to elevate over carnal desire and sink into ecstacy like the goddess he saw her as. Sinking into the heat of the beauty before him he thought he'd died and this was some heavenly dream. The way she moaned and begged so beautifully beneath his touch. He kisses her ankle resting on his shoulder and obliged her request for more. Soon they fall together in sweat-slicked embrace enjoying the afterglow passion. Their bodys are intertwined.

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

“Believe me, it’s not that bad.” At that moment, naïve Saïda tried to imagine what it would feel like and it sent a direct message down her spine and in between her legs. A sweet feeling she’d already experienced whenever with Noure. She was still human and her body had sexual desires too. She now was the one to control these desires. They returned to the campsite and joined the others once again who’d switch to telling scary stories now. Saïda felt a little more comfortable because the freaky stories had started making her feel a sweet swelling feeling down at her sweet folds, as well some moist feeling.

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

The sixth orgasm crashed into me so intense my vision went white. I squirted again harder this time, soaking his chest, his stomach, dripping down his cock where it rested heavily against my thigh. He finally pulled his mouth away, breathing hard, face shiny and ruined. His fingers stayed inside me, gently stroking through the aftershocks. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart. Your pussy is dripping everywhere… clenching like it needs more.” I could barely speak. My body felt liquid, boneless, every nerve singing.

Zia cried out in pain but at the same time, she couldn't help that throbbing in her lower region. She wiggled in his hold. Tears formed in her closed eyes. He stuck out his tongue and caressed that place he had just marked. Her pale flawless skin got tainted with his crimson red teeth marks. The sadist inside him felt satisfied by watching her covered in his mark. Damien pulled back and found a teardrop was flowing down from her closed eyes. Leaning closer, he took that tear away from her by kissing that tear on her cheek. Zia slowly opened her teary eyes and finally got to see that madness playing in his eyes. He was viciously sadistic, who was feeling pleasure by giving her that pain but w

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck your wet pussy till you scream out my name and begged me to fuck you harder without stopping. Kim, what will be getting fucked is every fucking hole in your body.” My sadistic side getting the better of me, I squeezed one of her tits with a hard grip, making Kim cry out in pain. From there, I began smacking them, each time making her yelp as I whipped the mountains of soft flesh. The sound of flesh on flesh and her cries, the sensation of her beautiful breasts against my palm and fingers, and the sight of the forming welts turned me on beyond words. It was like they were stress balls, begging for abuse.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.