Sexy Brat Mga Nobela at Kwento

Whenever he says such obscene things, I lose my mind, Dylan thought, still being eaten by his husband. "Yes Archie..." said Dylan, very lewdly. Archie could see that Dylan was already losing control. "Say my name again…" Archie bit Dylan's ear. "Archie..." "Archie who?" "Seanford..." Dylan spoke in a very lewd voice. Dylan ran his nails over his back. "Archie… this feels really good…" he dug his nails into Archie's back and started to move around. "Dylan... you're going to remove my skin." "Sorry."

She felt like a dwarf, her five’ five frame sandwiched between two men- each one well over six feet and solidly built. “Stop this right now! You two are acting like idiots for heaven’s sakes.” She hissed, teeth clenched in an effort to stop from screaming- or socking both men in the jaw- whatever was needed to stop this madness. Ethan’s look sent chills of cold fear running down her spine. “You should tell your ‘boyfriend’ to back off Sweetcheeks.” His mocking gaze swept over her body, mouth twisted in a sardonic smile. “That is if he wants to continue existing on this earth. Not that I’m averse to wringing his scrawny neck for daring to take what does not belong to him.”

“The Brigadiers have been waiting to test their share of the Blood Princess’s new pet.” I climbed onto the heavy oak table in the center of the room and immediately dropped onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pulling my knees toward my chest. My voice came out needy and broken. “Please, Brigadiers… use your shared Bratva toy. Stretch every hole while you talk business. Fill me with your loads. I need to feel what your rank does to a whore like me.” The senior Brigadier, a broad man named Dimitri with a thick beard and cold eyes, stood first. He dropped his pants and rubbed his massive cock along my slit before slamming it deep into my pussy in one powerful thrust.

“Look at her. Already forgot the game and just begging for dick. Pathetic little cumdump.” Brayden gripped my tied wrists and used them as leverage to fuck me harder, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. “That’s it. Squeeze my cock. Milk it like the greedy whore you are. You’re going to take every inch until you’re crying.” I was shaking, so close, but he suddenly pulled out completely, leaving me empty and throbbing. “Nooo— please!” I whined, trying to push my ass back desperately. “Bad girls don’t get to cum,” Brayden said smugly, slapping my ass again. “Next.”

Sofia said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment the apartment went completely silent. Then the bottle slammed down on the counter with a sharp crack. “You don’t get a choice,” he snapped. He crossed the distance between them quickly and grabbed her arm, his fingers digging painfully into the same bruised skin. Sofia sucked in a sharp breath but refused to cry out. “You should be grateful,” he continued angrily. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me all these years? Feeding you, housing you, putting up with your attitude

I closed my eyes, hoping I could control myself when I heard the words: Miss Crump: "You really are like your father said, a 'musclebound thug who bounces around town flaunting his oversized private parts hoping to find some slut with no taste or morals who will sleep with him'. If you think that I am that kind of slut, you are RIGHT. Let me call my micro-equipped old fogey hubby and tell him that we have a seminar in Vegas or somewhere, and I will be out of pocket for a while." [She dropped my cock, which returned to my stomach with a hard slap, the uncut head well above my navel. She caressed my massively over-developed arm muscles and shoulders and then kissed me like a 20 year old slatte

she sobbed. "That's it. That's a good little sister. Show big bruvver. Show me you can get there. Come on Em. Make me proud. Show big bruvver how good his little sis' big beautiful cum is. Don't you want to? Don't you want to show me?" "Ohhhhhohohoh yes. Oh god yes. Please..."

POV: SEBASTIAN Her sweet scent drives me wild, makes me want her even more. She’s begging to be touched, isn’t she? My little fucking bunny… craving it rough, needing it like a filthy little whore. Look at her, almost naked in her red lace bra and panties. Fuck, it turns me on like nothing else. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty little pussy, bunny,” I growl. She looks shy, pulling away from my gaze, and it pisses me off.

"I love fucking you while you're carrying another man's brat. It makes you even filthier. My perfect, breeding little slut." I flipped her over, laying her on her back so I could see her face, her heavy belly resting between us. I hiked her legs over my shoulders, opening her up completely. I dived back in, my cock plunging deep into her core with every thrust. I watched her face-the way her eyes glazed over, the way her lips parted as she took me. "I'm going to fill you up, Sabrina," I promised, my pace becoming frantic. "I'm going to drown that brat in my cum. I'm going to make sure you smell like me for a week."

He demanded, and with a sexy smile, she complied. Brax tore her bra off in seconds, catching her breasts in his hands, as she felt his mouth lave at her nipples, which pebbled quickly under his determination, and Aimee moaned in lustful need. He licked a trail of fire along her taut belly, stopping at her boy shorts, and then her mate yanked them roughly down to her ankles. Aimee loved every second of it; She quivered in answer, and tight his talented mouth began to lap at her pussy like it was his favourite icecream. When one of her hands fisted his hair, he growled deeply in warning, "If you take your hands off the cage again, I'll stop, and that drenched cunt won't see a single inch of my