Shamless Com Novels & Stories

“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.”

"See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?" Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter. Immediately after, a photo of me breastfeeding, looking disheveled and clearly taken without my knowledge, popped up in the corner of the screen. Even though my face was blurred, the caption cut like a knife into anyone who still had a shred of decency. "So this is the kind of man you chose as one of the 'Top Ten Defenders'?" Spencer stood up, holding the laser pointer u

“It's not my shortcoming, I can get off taking a piss. You ought to try it, hold it until it harms, then when you can't endure anything else, pee your jeans. It's mind-boggling.” “Um, I'll pass.” So large numbers of the things he had seen his sister do over the course of the years were seeming to be okay at this point. “We as a whole have our thing. You like chicks with dicks, and I get off on peeing anywhere or when I shouldn't. Obsessions, I presume.” “Do you even know what I like and dislike?” “You never clear your browser history, Sham. You observe some bizarre poo.” “You, you, ah, don't worry about it,” he said.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

What was he doing instead? Shamia jolted as she felt the man's hand caressing her bre*st. "W-wait, what are you doing?" She tried to stop him, but he grasped both of her hands and pinned them above her head. With the man's strength, Shamia was helpless. A strange feeling crept over her - it seemed the man had other "appetites" in mind for her. But didn't he find her disgusting? Her face and body were dirty from a whole day's work at the quarry; couldn't he see the mud she had smeared over her face? Yet, the man seemed out of his senses, oblivious to her state as long as he could satiate his desires. The man ruthlessly removed Shamia's lower garments without difficulty. Moments later, Shamia

I stay quiet, not sure what is so funny, but also not wanting to incur his wrath if that is where this is going. “Why settle for a show?” Cain raises an eyebrow at the angel, and I know where this is going. I bite my lip, nervous and unsure. Will Shamshiel take him up on it? What does this mean for us? I push the intrusive thoughts aside and try to focus as Shamshiel pushes off from the wall, closes the door and slowly walks toward me; his eyes burning with desire. My stomach drops as Shamshiel stops in front of me and undoes his pants, his length now dangling above me. His eyes hold a promise, of what I don’t know but I find my golden ovaries and take him in my mouth, kneeling up to do so.

USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. It keeps on flooding their conversation, and Sam doesn't have any choice this time. The man rips his thin clothes as he is witnessing a perfectly fitted muscular body. His jaws nearly drop, seeing those on the screen of his laptop. [Why are you stunned? Do you like this body of mine?] it types his message as Sam, on the other hand, pulls himself together.

“Cum for us, Clara. Let your husband watch what a real woman looks like when she’s fucked with care.” My body betrayed me. The orgasm tore through me, violent, humiliating, unstoppable. My back arched, my tits pushing deeper into the men’s mouths as they sucked harder, milking my orgasm with their lips. My pussy gushed against the leader’s fingers, soaking his hand, soaking the table beneath me. I screamed, my voice cracking, shame flooding me even as the pleasure consumed me. When it finally ebbed, I collapsed back against the table, chest heaving, nipples throbbing, slick dripping shamelessly down my thighs.

Shane deliberately continues while laughing along with the men, as if this topic had come to them between Shyra. "Though I did suggest she tries out OnlyFans, she insists on becoming a prostitute" Some of Shane's friends eyed at Shyra in disgust and some gave Shane a look of awe. "You must have your ego in shatters, knowing your wife isn't satisfied with only one" A young man across from me says in a pity. Shane chuckled at his remark, "No, not at all-" I look at him in disgust "She says she would do it with people I trust" which the men replied with a nod. Shyra

Sierra said. Sierra is always by my side since my first year in college until my successful years. I can't just leave her all alone the fact that she's my best friend and my responsibility. "Okay! Sierra, I am. Stop calling, I'm in the middle of a shooting, I'll just finish this last schedule then I'll meet you there okay?" Carolina Benevolent De Guzman, a 23 years old Glamour Model. A Glamour Model is someone who promotes, displays or advertise commercial products like lingerie, bikini and boudoir.