Slit Mouth Woman Story Novels & Stories

"I tell you he is going to have that Bolton something scattered brainless on the ground in no second with one swing." The woman moved around the crowd whispering into their ears like a slithery old serpent. Some pushed her away because as she spoke spittle splattered on their cheeks. Others were convinced enough to give her their money. All the while she smiled crookedly and continued on her way. She dared not look into her husband's eyes because if she did someone might find out that the two were not pitied against each other as they made everyone think.

I murmur. “Sloane Hartwell, you are not a stupid woman. So explain to me why it is that the stupid people in this world speak louder in your head than those of us who are intelligent and tell you what an amazing woman you are!” she growls. I smile. “Do you remember that movie that Scarlet loves, Pretty Woman?” I ask. “Yeah?” she says, frowning.

As he had relayed his wish to Dempsey, he had ways of communicating with these informants. It was lively downstairs. However, at that moment, a brute walked toward the center of the stage and simply grabbed the hand of a glamorous-looking woman. The woman struggled and said, “Sir, you can’t do this!” Smack! The moment she said that, the man slapped her hard. She immediately collapsed to the ground. Her cheeks swell, and blood trickled down from her lips.

I try the window, testing how to open it, when Moira knocks again and opens the door. "I brought you some snacks, some flavored waters, and of course a little robe. You'll be so cute and cozy." I tilt my head awkwardly and wait for her to close the door. I hear nothing. I have no clue where the humans here stay, but I can't hear them either. I eagerly devour the snacks, slightly grimacing at the sweet and sticky gooey candy that sticks my teeth together. Delicious, but annoying. I pick up the bag to examine it and another morsel.

and entered one of the empty stalls. “Hello there. Are you the friend of the girl with the complicated love story?” the mysterious woman spoke again, now addressing Nita. “Please help your friend. Don’t let her stay depressed.” Unlike Grace, who could hold back her laughter, Nita burst out laughing. “Alright, I will,” she said. From inside the stall, Grace giggled quietly. The woman had truly made her day. “Ms. Mysterious Toilet’s Fly, thank you for your advice,” she remarked.

Grabbing onto her neck, she tried pulling on the cold metal that was starting to tighten, parts of it piercing its way into her skin, it glowed a purplish light every time she tried to say a word, continuing to dry her mouth as she fought to say something. “Oh, cat got your tongue,” the woman’s grin grew wider, letting out a cackle seeing Karilaya fiddle with the edges of the thing. Her mouth was open, moving but no sound could be heard from it. She only stopped when she finally felt blood trickle down her fingers when it grazed the edge of the metal that was attached to her neck. The woman bent down from her horse, her eyes peaking into one of the squares to look at Karilaya with a serpenti

And what a tight fit it was. As this woman unbuckles my belt and pulls down the zip, I imagine it's her, taking me out of my boxers and wrapping her lips on the crown of my cock. Going down inch by inch until I'm fully buried in her hot wet mouth. It's easy, picturing her sucking my length, using her tongue to bring me to the peak. I thread my fingers through her hair and take over, fucking her mouth until I'm close. Then I make the mistake of opening my eyes only to realize it's not her. Disappointment washes over me as I empty myself into this woman's throat. Once I'm done, I right my clothes and take out a bundle of bills tied together with a rubber band.

she ordered, handing me the bowl. I looked at it, reluctant to get it from her. “What is that?” I asked. The woman rolled her eyes. “I don’t have time for this,” she said before grabbing my hair. She yanked at it and I yelled out in pain, my muscles crying out as I stretched them in an attempt to stop the pain. She held my chin with a firm grip opening my mouth. I tried to shut it but her hand was too strong. Then, she poured the mixture into my mouth. When she was satisfied, she let go of my chin. The mixture was bitter and salty. I spat it out immediately but some had already gone down my throat.

“Whoever I used to be I can’t be that person anymore.” “Did Michael do this to you?” Ruby squatted in front of the woman, her arms still cuffed behind her back. “I swear my patience with that man has run out.” “I don’t know who that is,” the woman said, frowning gently. “But yes, there was a man and a woman. Do you know them?” “A woman?” “Yeah. You know the type you see on I*******m reels? Big boobs, fake lips, and a whole bunch of needless attitudes.”

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!"