Slit Mouth Woman Novels & Stories

Had Salem arrived already? Leaving the finger, I turned my head. The woman’s mouth was right next to my face. A cut appeared at the edge of her lips as a knife stabbed through. No, not a knife—her tongue. It had been made into a blade, and it dripped both blood and saliva as it pierced her lips again, widening the cut of her frown. Her head was covered in bumps, which popped open to bleed tiny spiders. Altered though they were, I recognized the woman’s features—her sad eyes most of all.

Her voice sounded broken, almost painful to listen to, but something about the way she spoke felt delayed somehow, unnatural, like she was copying what fear was supposed to sound like instead of actually feeling it. Matt looked between us in disbelief. “What is wrong with you two? She is hurt.” I tightened my grip on his arm harder before he could move again. “Look at her carefully.” Matt frowned and looked back toward the woman again, for a few seconds nothing happened. Then the woman slowly tilted her head sideways, too far sideways. The movement made a quiet crack sound echo through the corridor and Matt visibly flinched. “Oh God…” The woman smiled, not normally. Her lips stretched slowly

I start trying to tug at the weird and growl in frustration when all my hand does is go through it. The weird water lady walks through what looks like a barrier and I try to get away from her. The look on her face has changed and she no longer looks as nice as she did before. She stops before me and the smile she reveals stops me in my tracks. Something is wrong with her teeth. They look to perfectly square. But there are so many and they are so tiny.

Fortunately, I didn’t fall on the roses filled with thorns. I fixed my dress and hair as well as cleared my throat. When I spoke, it came out hoarse. Maybe because I screamed earlier. “Uhm… I don’t really know what you are talking about, so can you please… enlighten me about it?” The woman looked back at me with a gleam in her eyes and an excited smile drawn on her lips. When she smiled, her canines were showing. It was like those of a cat’s. The only thing missing was a pair of cat ears.

However , she fails miserably. “Nuh uh , Someone is not being a good slut!!” I calmly yet aggressively said to her. I gripped the back of her head , and forcefully shoved my dick in her mouth again. I could feel her moanful screams and pleads vibrates against my dick. This had just brought me one step closer to coming. I watch as the mysterious woman turns around and slowly walks back into the room of which she came out off. I watch her hips sway , and her perky ass catches my attention.

Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her chest as he pushed deeper. “Eyes up slút” the man with his cóck in her mouth ordered, gripping her hair tight. “Even blindfolded I want you facing me while I fúck your throat.” Her neck strained back, her lips stretched wide around him. Every gag, every wet gagging sound made them groan louder. “Fuck, those títs are bouncing while she kneels,” the second man muttered, twisting his fingers inside her cunt. “Perfect slút body mouth stuffed, pússy soaking, títs begging for cóck next.”

Her mouth opens and closes again , but no scream leaves her lip. "You see my men here? They always wanted to have your useless body." James says crouching down at her level, holding her jaw in his grip and zooming in the camera to her face. "Now that no one wants you....why don't we first have some fun with you?" Tears stream down her eyes as she moves her head in a no. To only have James push her back. *Slash* The whip tears apart the front of her shirt near her chest,and Ethan loves his head to a side. Not able to see this.

Break me beyond repair. "No way. The boss said you have to watch the whole thing" So watch I do. With tears streaming down my face and my heart cracking in two. I watch as she takes him out, gripping the base of his length with one hand and sliding her mouth over the rest. She licks, sucks, and works him up until he pushes her hand away, grabs her ponytail and thrusts into his mouth. He doesn't release her even when she chokes. A small part of me is still naive enough to feel sorry for her. But I realize what a fool I am when Santiago stills, his face contorting as if he's in pain for a few seconds before he releases her. The woman slightly turns her head, looks me straight in the eyes as he

Her tone was casual as she responded, "Ms. Lacey liked roses, so Mr. Lacey had it all redone for her. "And who are you, old lady? Ms. Saccone, you really shouldn't bring unrelated people in here. If they're carrying any viruses, can you bear the responsibility if Ms. Lacey gets sick?" Before Katie could finish her sentence, I slapped her hard across the face. "If you don't know how to speak properly, I don't mind teaching you." Katie never expected me to hit her. She immediately glared at me with resentment. "Magnolia, who do you think you are? Do you want me to tell Mr. and Ms. Lacey? They'll throw you out of here!"

She allowed herself another sly inward smile. The next picture was of a different trio. The white woman-with a landing strip of dark curly pubic hair-was sitting atop the black guy in a reverse-cowgirl position. His big black cock-which was even fatter than the first one-had her pussy lips stretched wide, and was buried almost all the way up inside her. A naked white guy stood next to her, and with his hands gripping her head, he was fucking her mouth. As Val gently stroked her husband's erection, she clicked to the next photo in her collection.