She Is A Slut の小説・ストーリー

She doesn't even know the biological father of her unborn baby. She doesn't know who impregnated her as that was the worst thing to ever happen to her. And she regreted being a slut. She regreted getting f**k by different d**k as she can't point out who most have impregnated her. How wish she stick to one d**k it would be able for her to say..... "You're the one who impregnated me!" But not in this state. She can't. She can't go to one s*x freak man and say..." I'm pregnant for you" because as a slut she was..... They will definitely say..... "I'm I the only one you've f**k? " You're a slut and for that I can't admit that I'm the one who impregnated you. That's what they will definitely say

Like seriously that sounds great. Oh my goodness gracious!Who knows how angry the king of sluts is, he is never gonna be okay after she is confirmed pregnant because I am very sure the young lady aint lying… sincerity is written on her face and i feel for her especially as she has been denied, like which other embarrassment can be more than this one?… I don't see any other thing that could be termed as embarrassment, especially as she is a slut. You know… the once sexy slut with the smartness and all of that ending up as a pregnant single mom with the puffy face, swollen legs and annoying mode swings and not just that!!… she will end up getting hate speech fro

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at me with pure disdain. "Look at her acting all innocent," the girl said, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're a slut, Katherine. Everyone has seen it, so stop shouting like you're a saint." My jaw dropped. A slut?

The word slut rang into my head ,but I guess I couldn't do a thing about it . "Don't think that because he had sex with you then you have any chance with him ,you will only be a dirty rotten witch "she cursed and pushed me out of her way .

She's seen nothing. " Does the Quads know you are this fucking bitch? What the heck are you doing in a place like this? Fucking that old man?" I say it bluntly, I don't need to call her a slut to know she's the bitch here. She's the fucking slut, a shameless wolf spreading her legs for every male she comes across. When I think that she's been letting my mates fuck her, it pains me to my bone, I want to rip off her fucking hair and remain only the scalp of it.

She was furious, was gritting her teeth. Well, this reaction was nothing unexpected. At least she still haven’t slapped me. "Relax, Kayla. I never mean anything like this. You are a smart, intelligent, independent woman, anything but a slut. If a man can get sex from a woman, then why doing so only makes a woman slut? I am offering you, so if having sex with me makes you a slut, me having sex with you also makes me a manwhore." She stared at me, finally realized my point.

this fucking slut. She was something else.

“Why are you looking like that? Isn’t that what you really are? Cheap slut. If you didn’t hear me then I will say it again loud and clear. “Fucking Slut.” She said. “Mate snatcher, traitor whore. Slave. Isn’t that your name?”

She was looking down at Shamira's captive body, and Shamira could see it all on screen. "And this is being recorded," Clara said, "and will be shown to the other members of the house. I want you to watch it, to remind you of what a dirty slut you've become. Now look at the camera and tell your audience what a slut you are and how much you're looking forward to eating my pussy again." Shamira balked for a second, but started to speak quickly when Clara made a move to grab her hair. "I'm a slut," she said, then felt an odd need to embellish. "I'm a dirty, nasty slut and I want to eat my mistress's pussy."

When she woke up naked on that bed, with her clothes drycleaned and some cash in the drawer beside the bed, the four used condoms lying on the floor and scattered marks as a testament to their night escapades, she felt sick to her tummy and cursed herself or being such a whore. Even though she knew it would be so hard for her to resist the drug, the fact that people only see her as a slut and they only get close to her for the sex she could offer brought tears to her eyes. She had run out of the room after getting dressed, not bothering to pick up the bills that were lying there. It felt like he was mocking her, like he was indirectly calling her a slut, proving the theory true. Why didn’t y