Sans X Frisk Dirty Novels & Stories

The kiss spiraled into something heated and desperate, desire flaring uncontrollably between us. “Ahh!” We both panted heavily as we broke apart, our eyes locked, burning with desire. “Do you know how you look right now?” Xavier asked, sucking slowly on my fingers. “What?” I asked, my chest heaving with anticipation. “Like a slut… a slut ready to be fucked,” he said, and I trembled at his raw words. I never imagined the poised, cold Xavier could be this filthy… this unrestrained. “And I don’t mind it,” I said, my voice low and hungry, “because that’s what I want to be with you… a slut who wants you. Your filthy stepmother who wants your cock buried deep inside her.”

I quickly removed my fingers from his shoulder and his eyes darkened. "Repulsed?" He asked. "No…I'm…I'm sorry ... .I was just surprised" I stuttered. "It's fine. This is one reason why I don't like people touching my body" he said. "Your scars are beautiful" I said. I didn't know why I said that but it just came out of my mouth. "Enough with that. I need you to suck my dick" he ordered with a stern tone. I blinked my eyes rapidly at his sudden aggressiveness and quickly knelt down to suck his dick.

Then, his lips attacked my neck, and while one of his hands fondled my breast, the other was in between my legs, playing with my pussy against my panties. I wasn't very patient at the moment. "No foreplay, just fuck me." I groaned out. He smirked. "Sì bellissima." He grabbed my face and devoured my lips. He raised my legs and pulled me toward him, the force made my pussy align directly with his dick through his pants. I moaned at the contacts. His actions were rapid, and rough like he just needed someone to get off. I didn't mind that he was probably pouring all of his frustration on me. The sex would be better that way, to be honest.

"What you were doing right there, that didn't look very gentlemanly to me." "I can be a gentleman and a dirty, dirty lover at the same time." Sasha snorts a laugh into the pillow. "See? She agrees with me." "He's right." She grins seductively. "He's always gentlemanly when he spanks my ass." Pumin cocks an eyebrow at Sasha. "Really. What other kinds of dirty things do you like, Sasha?" She rolls onto her side, baring her naked body to us. "Why don't you come over here and find out?"

Her dress becomes all dirty and her face screeches as she falls on the ground. “Fuck! Xavier. How can you be so much rude? I was offering myself to you and you have no class at all. You’re just going with this trash,” she says as she tries to clean her body annoyingly but that mud is way too wet for her to be able to clean. “She isn’t a trash. You are a trash. How can you say slut to my wi….,” he is speaking but I quickly shut his mouth. God damn! His drunk state can take out all the secrets of us in front of her.

His scent—clean soap and something distinctly masculine—filled the air. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and put my bleeding finger into his mouth. My eyes widened. “Xavier, that’s dirty!” I cried, trying to stop him. My cheeks burned just as hot as my finger in his mouth. He looked at me with a sharp gaze. “What’s dirty?” he asked softly. The question felt like it carried a double meaning, because it seemed like his mouth wasn’t just sucking the blood from my finger—it felt like his tongue was slowly stroking it.

Her soft and coquettish voice teased, as she eyed his lower body, covered by his bathrobe. Xavier took his phone and quickly dialed Franco's number. As if Franco had been waiting for his call, he picked it up immediately. “Yes boss?” “Who the fuck did you send to my room and why?” Franco seemed to stutter for a while, thinking of a possible thing to say. Meanwhile in the room, the slut had already crawled up to Xavier, flaunting her now naked body, as she straddled him. Xavier yanked her hands off him, as he pushed her back on the bed. “You're dumb all of a sudden?” He asked, startling Franco who hasn't said a word.

“Suck it clean.” She did. She took him deep, gagging softly when he hit the back of her throat, spit and cream running down her chin. Damien held her hair and fucked her face with slow, deep strokes, watching her eyes water. When he pulled out, a thick string of saliva and precum connected her swollen bottom lip to the head of his cock.

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

All it would take is for Xander to squeeze, to cut off my airflow… But I trust him not to. He only lays his hand over my throat, kissing my ear, my cheek as he continues to drive in and out of me. And the entire time, he fills my head with the dirtiest words imaginable. “So nice and tight… Do you have any idea how wet you are for me, Alessandra?” “Alexander, Xander—” “That’s right, princess. Scream my name. Come on, I know you want to.” “Fuck, I’m so… I think I’m going to—”