Novel & Cerita Short Criminal Stories

Ethan ran a hand through his messy hair and leaned closer sharing stories about tough coaches and teammates riding his ass to perform. His voice dropped sometimes and each word made my nipples ache more. I added my own careful bits about feeling out of place without spilling the full disguise truth. The connection built fast with laughs over stupid people watching ideas like guessing who was about to get laid in the quad or who was hiding a bad hangover. “Imagine observing that couple over there,” he said nodding toward two students arguing quietly. “Guy looks like he wants to bolt but she has him by the balls. Classic.” I chuckled deep. “Yeah and he is probably thinking about the girl from

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he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

"I wish you were content, Jacques. I'll kill you with my own hands when I get out of here. I swear!" "Ooooh. I'm already scared. Don't worry, I won't run just like you did when you were being chased by the truck. I didn't know that you were a coward, Merchaiass, after what you did to me. Do you want me to tell you a story? It's about two guys. These guys were friends and inseparable. The small guy was dependent on the other. He acted like his master and followed the tall one everywhere. The short guy didn't know that the other hated him. They had been friends for years, and he thought that nothing could set them apart. One day, when the short guy was walking home to his house after a long ti

And what Ammar said next, made her legs weak, as if the floor was snatched away from her feet. "So you know Subh-Dil? How?" Subh-Dil looked at Ammar then at Azam who was already looking at her. As if mocking her. "We know each other from childhood and we both loved each other..." Azam started speaking but his sentence was interrupted by two things. "He is lying," First Subh-Dil's voice, Second Ammar's hand which strike against his cheek. "Don't you dare to lie." Ammar warned him. "We both eloped from out houses to get married..." Holding his cheek, Azam once again started saying but Ammar slapped him again.

Was it contagious? “Dated this guy for five years and he goes poof on me one day with everything I worked for throughout my college days. Tried to be a big girl and face it but two months later, I was evicted out of my apartment and I ran crying to my mama. They put me in therapy immediately like I was fourteen and not twenty-five.” She laughed lightly, but I could tell she was far from amused. “Therapy or not, how does one ever recover from something like that?” True.

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Lena's heart raced as she realized the night was about to get much filthier. The first two new guys arrived in under ten minutes. They walked in and stopped dead at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "Holy shit," one of them said, already pulling his shorts down. "You guys were not lying." Lena smiled weakly and spread her legs wider. "Come use me. All of you."

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,