Novel & Cerita Shemale Dirty Talk

Moans escaped his lips as the woman continued to bounce. "I'm going to cum." I heard the woman say and it made me cringe physically. "Do it, baby. Cum inside of me." The woman retorted, grinding her behind against his stiff member. Was that their dirty talk? With the way my body sang at the act under the sheets, I didn't need any miracle to know who they were. A loud whimper that hinted sexual liberation lunged out of the crevices of their throat and I watched as they both collapsed to the bed, trembling like worms doused in salt.

I said, "Rena..., the rule about dirty talk—" "Dog! I want to get fucked!" Already cutting off my sentence, she actually let out a dirty word. "Squat!" Spontaneously I forced Rena to face the front of the pants I opened and exposed the tension in front of her face. My hand pulled Rena's head closer, passing my long stick over her warm lips many times. "Uh, Ren ...." I looked up, occasionally closing my eyes as I was carried away by the ridiculous bubbling that was getting fuller down there. "Keep going, Ren ...." A little more. Yes ....

we gotta talk" I said once she came into view " you called me here since I'm here I'm calling the shots, you give me what I want and I will give you the answers you want " she aid smirking as she took off her rope leaving her with nothing on literally nothing ,i cursed mentally, pussy making me weak, I licked my lips as I got dressed myself seeing Shamika fingerings herself got me on cloud 10 " I'm all ready -ahhh- for --- you Connel -ahhh...." she moaned out loud as she fucked herself hard making me weak right now, no time for no room...I picked her up then put her against the wall and started kissing on her rough as we both breathed hard

I love the needy moan in her voice and the way she runs her soft little pussy against my fingers. “Good girl,” I whisper softly. “Show me what you need. Ride my fingers, baby.” She moans and pushes my hand harder against herself. My two first fingers slip between her pussy lips and I nearly groan when I feel her hot wetness envelop me. “That's right, baby,” I encourage her. “Rub yourself against me, baby. Want to feel your fucking hot little pussy against my hand.” Fuck! Did I just say all of these dirty talks? Me of all people?

“You like how I fuck you hard?” “Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “God, yes. You’re so deep, it’s so good.” Her dirty talk only fueled me further. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “You are taking me so well.” She shuddered, her body responding eagerly to my words. Her hands slid down my back, leaving trails of heat as she gripped my ass, urging me on. “Harder,” she begged again, her voice trembling with urgency. “Make me come, Shane. Make me come on your cock.”

But it escalated from there. "Ooooh yeah...oooh fuck...oh fuck my pussy...harder Eric...fuck me...fuck my wet cunt...I want to come on that cock...ooooooh." I felt like I had been teleported into the middle of p**n flick. I might get an occasional "harder" or "faster" from Amanda, but nothing more, so this kind of dirty talk was almost completely foreign to me. I could tell it was to Amanda too, because the look of open-mouthed shock on her face was priceless. And I think the combined sight and sounds of Serena pushed her over the edge, because a few seconds later, her eyes bulged and I felt her spasming on my cock. It looked liked the orgasm had snuck up on her, like she hadn't been expecti

“Fuck, Connie. You love my cock.” “Y-yeah.” My eyes roll back as he keeps me balanced on the ride of ecstasy. He pulls out and drives in a little harder, and I feel so much more of him and I scream. “Oh, there she is,” he grunts, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up until my back is pressed against his bare chest. "My naughty little slut.”He coos.. Untill Zayden I had no idea I was into dirty talks because damn the man could talk me into a slobbering wet pool.

The muscles working to move the graceful column of his throat were the only thing betraying the fact that he wasn’t feeling as cool and collected as his voice made him seem. “Silly, dirty girl,” he said. I gasped when the loofah brushed over the tip of my hardening nipple again. “What are we, in a cheesy porno? Dirty girl?” He nodded solemnly. “What we’re about to do is going to be like a porno, okay? But there’s not going to be anything cheesy about it.” A tingle of need ran through me. “Have I ever told you that I love the way you talk so dirty so confidently?”

"No touching between us. It keeps the work clean." "I know," she replied. But her mind already wondered. What if he broke it? What if those strong hands touched her for real? They reviewed her notebook. She wrote more feelings. Liam explained the next steps. Tomorrow would include sounds. Moans. Dirty words to practice saying out loud. "Many women find it hard to speak during sex," he said. "We will practice until it feels natural." Rebecca imagined saying dirty things to Johnson. It felt wrong. But saying them to Liam in her mind? That felt dangerous and exciting.

She was shaking, moaning like a bitch in heat, completely lost in pleasure. They fucked her mercilessly. The wet slapping sounds were obscene. Her juices ran down the first guy’s balls as she got railed in both holes. She kept talking dirty the whole time, voice hoarse and broken. “Harder… wreck my slutty holes… I’m just a cumdump for real men… my son would be so ashamed if he knew what a filthy mommy I am…” That line almost made me cum on the spot. The shame burned through me like fire, but my hand kept pumping my cock faster. Pre-cum was pouring from my tip.