Slit Mouth Woman Novels & Stories

Click. She entered like she owned the world. It was her again. The woman from outside, the one who slapped me. Now, in this light, she looked even more dangerous. Pale skin like porcelain, dark lips curled in a smirk of satisfaction, her black braid perfectly neat over one shoulder. She didn’t look ruffled in the slightest, like dragging me into this dark little hellhole was just an afternoon errand before tea. Her eyes, cold, flat, filled with contempt roamed over me, from my tangled hair to my bruised knees. She stopped a few feet from me, tilting her head slightly, as if examining something distasteful on the bottom of her shoe.

The woman lowered her head and spat directly into Shayla's slightly open mouth. The spit landed squarely in Shayla's mouth. A wave of intense nausea washed over her instantly, and she began to retch uncontrollably. The woman didn't care at all and slapped Shayla hard across the face. "Bitch, letting you taste my spit is an honor. How dare you act like I'm filthy! You must be tired of living!" Stunned by the slap, Shayla took a moment to react, then instinctively shouted toward Connor, "Connor!"

Every slap makes her clench around me so tight I groan. “Tell the camera whose fucking pussy this is,” I snarl, yanking her hair harder. She turns her tear-streaked face to the lens, mouth open, drooling. “It’s your pussy, Dickson, fuck, it’s all yours, only yours!” I pull out suddenly, dick shining with her cream, flip her onto her back again, and shove straight down her throat. She gags instantly, HURK-HURK-GLUUUCK-GLUUUCK, spit pouring out the sides of her mouth, eyes watering, mascara running. I hold her head with both hands and fuck her face hard, balls slapping her chin loud, wet. Thick strings of throat slime stretch a foot long every time I pull back. She’s choking, snorting, gagging

I took some steps back so I could get a good view of the person who had slapped me. Why did that person slap me like that?! I raised my head, angry, ready to yell at the person, only to see a beautiful woman dressed in red. She appeared to be in her late twenties. Her dark blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing her slender neck. She wore a long red dress that had a slit at the knee. She marched towards me, fuming. Her cleavage bounced with every move. They looked like they were ready to pop out of the dress she wore at any moment.

A woman's figure finally appears, with long red painted nails, blue dyed hair, and finally red smudged lips stretched in a wide smile. I watch in horror as my mate stretches his hand forward and she gladly takes it. What is happening?

"Faster, Roy! I’m going to come... Aaahhh!" Suddenly, the man violently yanked the woman’s hair backward, forcing her head to snap up at a painful angle. "Shut your mouth, you whore! How dare you dictate to me!" he barked, his voice laced with pure animosity. He delivered a harsh slap to her rear while maintaining his punishing, relentless pace. I strained even further to catch a definitive glimpse of his face, but because I was overextending myself on tiptoes, my balance suddenly wavered. In a desperate bid to stabilize myself, my hand accidentally pressed down hard on the door handle, throwing the door wide open.

Slap! A beautiful woman with gorgeous makeup and a striking figure stepped forward, and slapped the higher-up in the face. “I’ve been waiting for ten whole minutes for this event! So what if I broke your stupid scissors?” she screeched. The higher-up’s face darkened instantly. Everyone else looked at each other; they didn’t dare to stop the woman at all. The workers behind her bore pompous expressions as they watched. They looked as if the woman had done no wrong. “Golden Estate’s pretty impressive!

she couldn't help but exclaim. "I know it's shocking, but we decided to take a chance on her since she's quite popular and a lot of people are interested in her and her thoughts; I believe it'd be interesting to see her on TV and listen to her insights." The door burst open, and a stunning woman in an off-shoulder Pastel Pink dress entered the room. Her beautiful, wavy hair swayed with her evey move as she smiled at everyone. There was no doubt about it: she was stunning. She looked like a supermodel who would draw everyone's attention wherever she went.

I mean seriously? I scanned the rest of the street. A short older woman with bright pink hair was on the other side of the road. She carried a bag of mice. Their little white head popped over the edge of the bag and she bopped them until they fell back down. One crawled up and over too quickly. She snatched it out of the air as it fell and she popped it in her mouth. I gasped. Her gold eyes darted towards me as she chewed the small creature. When she was finished she smiled at me with a mouth full of bloody pointed teeth. I couldn't look away. She kept walking until she vanished around the next corner.

It's a video too. "Pretty sure I can wink and do this at the same time." She's got a popsicle, running it along her lips, circling the tip with her tongue before she slides it into her mouth. And as she closes her teeth around it, she winks. "I'm ready, handsome. Just make sure you are." Tilting my head back against the wall, I sigh heavily, before smirking and shaking my head. This woman… R: I was born ready, babe. See you tonight.