Slit Mouth Woman Novels & Stories

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, that same cruel smirk plastered on his face as if her anger amused him. Then, without warning, she slapped him. The sound echoed through the alley, sharp and loud, making me flinch. Liam’s head barely moved from the impact, but his smirk only grew wider. The woman glared at him, her chest heaving with anger, before spinning on her heel and storming off. I held my breath, watching as Liam slowly turned his head to follow her retreating figure. His expression was unreadable now, but there was something in his eyes—something dark and unsettling—that made my stomach twist.

I open the drawer. There she is. A photograph of Liana, hair loose, sunlight catching at the edge of her mouth in a smile that looks like a dare. The woman before headlines and humiliation, before the bars that smelled like bleach and resentment. The woman who argued as if the world could be convinced by truth and not by force.

His voice was different. Quieter. Less composed. She stepped inside carefully. “You asked me to confirm dinner arrangements for tonight.” He was standing near the window this time, not seated. His jacket was off again. His sleeves rolled. That detail—small, insignificant—felt far more noticeable than it should have. “Did I?” he asked, distracted. “Yes.” A pause. Then he exhaled softly, as if returning to himself. “Right. Yes.” He turned toward her. And for a second—

Then he slid three fingers into her mouth, fucking her throat while Victor watched with dark, hungry eyes. “Such an eager little slave,” the man praised. “Look how she sucks.” *Yes—use me. I’m just holes for your entertainment.* Another woman knelt between Elena’s spread thighs and licked long, slow stripes up her dripping pussy, flicking her swollen clit with cruel precision. The combination of the plug stretching her ass and the skilled tongue drove Elena straight to the edge within seconds. She cried out, hips jerking, only for the woman to pull away laughing. Denied again.

I bit my lower lip raw, the agonizing pain making it entirely impossible to breathe. "Take a good look," she sneered, thrusting her smartphone screen directly in front of my eyes. The glass display reflected a woman whose face was entirely covered in smears of dark red blood, with the word SLUT crudely and unevenly carved into her skin. "With you looking exactly like this, let's see how much sleeping around you can do now!" I stared back at her, my vision completely bloodshot. "Victoria Vane... I will make sure you pay for this."

They all looked messed up and high on shit. A tap on my window got my attention. I rolled down my window and looked at the woman standing there. The slim lady stood with a smile on her face. She was wearing a mini skirt and a crop top. Her curly blond hair was let down and her face was painted with thick make up. She had a small hand bag in her hand and wore high heels.

He was effortlessly perfect! Victoria lick the side of her lip sexily and adjusted her revealing outfit making her bulging cleavage noticeable. She flips her blonde curly hair back and starts walking, swaying her hips approaching the man's place with a flirtatious smile on the lips. But her smile quickly vanished and was replaced in hatred when the man suddenly turn on the other side of the car and opened it. And there emerges the effortlessly beautiful woman in the world with a modest posture and a sweet smile on her face. She was so pretty that her beauty can make men and women falter. She was smiling at the man. He put his arms around her waist and held her tight, supporting the maiden ou

“ A woman? ! I thought inside of me. She carries herself like an A-list star entering a premiere with her entourage. Her presence puts me on alert as I back away from the door. The bars may be keeping me in, but they also keep her out. The woman walks over to the tied-up man and smiles radiantly, as if she’s happy to see him. She yanks his head up by his hair. His face is bloodied, and his eyes are swollen shut from what I can only assume was a severe beating. “Where is my money!,” The woman asks softly, she took a glance at me and continue with the other man. The woman fiercely grabs the man’s head and holds it against her chest as if she’s cradling a child. Someone hands her an open switch

Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful. – Sophia Loren Bunny ripped the pull tab open and carefully removed the pictures. The one on top was a silhouette of Helen in a doorway with sheer curtains covering her. She was in high heels with one foot on the ground and the other on the door frame at knee height. Her butt and head were on the frame with her back arched. One hand grasped the top of the door frame and the other was touching her chin with just her fingertips.

another lady defended her. " Most women like her are the ones who spend the highest amount of money just to look this young and beautiful. Who knows, perhaps she's had a face surgery before, or had Botox fillers injected in her lips. Her jaws don't look natural, neither do her lips. You never know" another lady said. They continued to talk about it until she walked up to where they were and bent her head slightly while smiling at them. They hated their Tete a Tete and greeted her back, forcing smile on their own faces as well.