Novel & Cerita Shemale Dirty Talk

she screams and I push harder and faster into her depths. “Te sientes tan bien, mi reina. Tan húmedo. Tan apretado. Tan cálido. Es como el cielo estar dentro de ti. La Diosa Madre arriba, este coño fue hecho para nosotros. La única cosa que se siente mejor que estar dentro de ti es tener Tesoro dentro de mí al mismo tiempo. (You feel so good, my queen. So wet. So tight. So warm. It's like heaven to be inside of you. Mother Goddess above, this pussy was made for us. The only thing that feels better than being inside of you is having Treasure inside of me at the same time.)” My dirty talk in her ear has her tightening around me, milking me and causing me to move faster inside of her.

I quickly looked away. “I’m just saying….” she added from behind me. I stopped pacing long enough to look at the ceiling and shake my head. Celine was serious. “I’ll tell you one thing before I keep my mouth shut,” she said. “Men who are not scared to say shit… to tell you what they want, and how they want you moaning? That level of dirty-talk game comes with a mind-blowing orgasm, I assure you.” “You don't know that.” She shook her head, suddenly biting her bottom lip. “Why do you think I got here late? You really think I was watering the plants or something? I was getting creamed, baby.”

She bit her swollen bottom lip, eyes still needy. I chuckled, but I never stopped rocking into her. Her tits bounced freely in front of me, her grip on my arms tightened. “You prefer dirty talk. I know it, wife. It makes you wetter. Don’t worry. You’re a lay of a century. You destroy me, Maverick.” This woman had me upside down, but I wasn’t scared anymore. “Oh, God! Yes.” “I know, baby. Touch your clit, make yourself feel good. I want to see you come again.”

I wrapped her legs over my shoulders and rubbed the head of my cock against her gash. “Fuck me, yes, please. Slide that hard fucking cock into my cunt.” Jesus, she talked dirty for a well-bred girl. Did they get lessons in dirty talk in private schools these days? I aimed my rod at her now gaping hole and slid it in nice and slow. Fuck she was so hot. She raised her hips to meet me and swallowed it right up. I gave her a couple of cursory strokes and then pulled it out completely. “Oh,” she whimpered, “put it back, put it back.”

The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my belly. Not yet. I wanted to drag this out. I pulled the dildo out with a wet pop, my pussy clenching around nothing. Fingers dove in instead – three now, curling to hit my G-spot. I fingered myself roughly, the squelching sounds obscene in the room. “So wet… such a slut,” I whispered, echoing the dirty talk from my books. My thumb pressed on my clit, rubbing side to side.

“It’s easier to talk to someone who doesn’t know you, who won’t judge you or whose judgment doesn’t matter than it is to talk to someone close sometimes.” “That’s really accurate right now. But still, I’m sorry.” She shrugs. “If listening to you talk means I get some fancy food then by all means, keep talking.” I take another drink of tea and lean back, looking around the restaurant. People are carrying on like they didn’t just find out everything they’ve built their lives around was a sham. “How long you think the asshole’s been cheating on you?”

she giggles. I snap my eyes open, turning my gaze to him. Our eyes lock, and he quietly looks away. The heavy silence of their conversation lingers in the air. I don't want to seem like I'm eavesdropping on their conversation. I shut my eyes again, with nothing on my mind except the evil thought of his nudes leaking onto the internet while I watch with a glass of wine. My lips curve into a sinister smile. "Not tonight, Rachel. I'm not in the mood," he growls. "Keep an eye out for when you get to your floor. I don't want you in my house."

“I’m going to destroy this pussy. I’ll have you full of me.” His dirty talk was filthy and humiliating and she got even wetter because of it. His cock moved in and out of her wet and tight cunt and the sound of their flesh meeting made her even more turned on. She bucked up her hips and took all that he had to give because she wanted to cum. "More," she whispered, her voice sounding strained from lust. "I want to cum hard, Hartwell."

And because she can get in my head and vice versa, we’ve explored more sexually to find her kinks. We already knew she liked exhibitionism, but we’ve learned much more. Like she enjoys wax play and watching when we fuck in a mirror. She also gets so fucking wet for dirty talk, especially in different languages. “Tha mi a’ dol gad chuir air an deasg seo, a’ sracadh dheth na panties agad, agus ag ithe do phoit meala mar is mise Winnie the Pooh,” I whispered, slipping my hands up her thighs.

It was time to damn the consequences and defile her right here. “I can't stop thinking about your fingers in my pussy. I touch myself all night, imagining you fucking me all day long. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How hot you make me feel when you touch me.” “Oh, fuck…” I murmured. She was a dirty talker.