Shamelesssex の小説・ストーリー

" I ignored him. Group chat. 'Same time next week.' I wanted to ignore that one, but I put a thumbs up emoji. I couldn't risk them releasing the video before my finals. My whole junior year would be a waste if that happened. Fu8ck them. I would give them no emotion. They would get nothing from me except what I decided to give them. If I had to have meaningless se8x to get through this, I would. But fu8ck them both. ----- ----- -----

“You’re going to be a slut because we said so. Get on your fiancée’s cock.” Liam lay back, his legs spread, cock hard and leaking. I straddled him, knees on the couch. My hands shook as I lined him up. The head pressed against my hole. I sank down slowly. The stretch was familiar now, but doing it in front of them, in a room anyone could enter, made my face burn with shame. Liam groaned beneath me. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good.” I started moving, my hips rolling. The men watched, phones pointed at us, filming every bounce.

“Uh… I wouldn’t know.” Celia’s breath caught. And just like that—she understood. Of course he hadn’t touched her. Not like that. Not yet. He was still grooming her. Still wearing the good-boy mask. A strange relief washed through her—twisted and ugly. He hadn’t ruined Brielle yet. “Good for you,” Celia said, slipping her lip gloss into her purse with a little click. “Hold out as long as you can. Guys like to think they own you once they’ve had you. Especially the charming ones.”

Callista said, "What could you possibly need to know about... sex positions that could help you sell a necklace?" "Are you the MBA student or am I? Answer the questions," Krista said disinterestedly. Callista realized she'd reneged on her promise to herself to just answer the questions, so she sucked it up and just answered it. "Missionary and... doggy style," she said, almost dying. Krista smirked a little and Callista knew that her tutor was picturing her on her hands and knees, her tits swinging underneath her body like pendulums, moaning while a cock was shoved into her pussy. Callista looked down at her book, not wanting to make eye contact with Krista. Her mother had instilled a health

Mia's POV Campus Shameless Fuckest (1) We have one rule in our friendship group: there would be no jealousy, no drama and no falling in love. But that rule starts crumbling when I begin to secretly fuck Selena’s boyfriend behind the group’s back… and loving every dirty second of it. The more I risk getting caught, the wetter I gets and day by day I shift from being the good girl I am to a fucking bad girl. ***** I knew I shouldn’t be here.

Even she knew that name. The reckless celebrity. Actor. Billionaire heir. Media disaster. A man who lived like consequences didn’t exist. Lena slowly closed the wallet. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.” She placed it exactly where she found it. And continued cleaning. Unaware that the owner of that name was still inside the room. The bathroom door opened suddenly. Lena froze. Slow footsteps. Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

I begged for his cock like my life depended on it. Shame crashed in next, hot and heavy, twisting in her stomach. You’re disgusting, Serena. A high-powered executive on her knees sucking stranger dick and then bent over a railing like a cheap slut. What if someone from work had walked by? What if someone recorded it? But even the shame felt… good. Twisted and addictive. It made her clit pulse again. She slowly straightened up, pulling her dress down with trembling hands. Her legs felt like jelly. Cum continued to drip down her inner thighs, a constant filthy reminder. She turned to look at the stranger.

I was still puzzled about her real intentions when Shane posted in the group chat for flirts, announcing that the challenge would start again next week. He shared a lively video of himself, claiming he just had a bad stomach at Southwind Asira, which caused his earlier slip-up. However, after a few days of taking care of himself, he was back in action, even bragging about planning to meet up with a hundred women. The group chat went wild with excitement, and the live stream on the dark web received interest from thousands. However, I noticed Shane was all covered up in the video, not showing any skin. He was probably scared of showing the sores from syphilis to everyone.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.