Novel & Cerita Salty Stories

, he growled then he shoved his member in my mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum flooded my tongue. I sucked my cheeks in, sucking hard as he fucked my mouth with short hard pumps, his balls slapped my chin. Tears pricked at my eyes as I gagged but I loved every moment of this. Saliva dripped from my lips as he fucked my mouth mercilessly. I felt so full, so used, every hole was being stuffed and claimed by these royal bastards. Lucien picked up his speed, his fingers grabbed my hips harder as he slammed deeper into my ass. The dull pain diminished, replaced by immense pleasure.

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

“Good. Because I have not forgotten you either. Every time you clean this room, I find little traces of you. The way you fold the towels perfectly. The faint scent of your shampoo. I left those chocolates for you on purpose. Did you like them?” “I did,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “They were the best I have ever tasted. Thank you. You did not have to do that.” “I wanted to. You work hard, Hazel. You deserve something sweet.” He stepped even closer, towering over me. “Tell me more about your studies. What is your favorite kind of forbidden story?” I shifted in the chair, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is

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He relaxed and swallowed, sucking hard. Logan’s free hand clenched into a fist on the desk. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Questions? No? Moving on to the European division…” Under the desk, Damon worked him like a pro, sloppy, and loud enough that Logan prayed the microphone didn’t pick it up. Saliva dripped down his shaft, coating his balls as Damon took him to the root again and again. The risk made it so fucking sexy. The door was unlocked, he was on a fucking business call with international clients. Heck, anyone could walk in and see the great Logan Wale getting his cock sucked under his desk by another man.

And I have to find a job that pays well. My gay friend, Jayson, has been offering me this job since I was a teen. But I didn’t accept it simply because I wasn’t interested. But now that I need money more than ever, I accepted it without telling Paolo. Why would I? He won’t care. He only cares about his damn little cock and all his vices. Why did I even marry such a man like him? Oh hell. It had been five months since I arrived at this job, a job doing p**n videos.

"Please don't hurt me." I crouched down in front of her. "What's your name?" "Sasha." She said in a whisper. "My name is Sasha." "Sasha." I tested it on my tongue. "You have a death wish, Sasha?" She stared at me. "What?" "Investigating the syndicate and taking photos. You think they wouldn't kill you?" She swallowed hard. "I'm a journalist, I was going to expose them. I have evidence—photos, documents—"

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.