Slit Mouth Woman Story Novels & Stories

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When Leoric and Silene had made themselves comfortable around the woman and also gave her the opportunity to speak, the woman decided to tell all of her tragic story to the two of them, she felt secured around them so, She was ready to tell them without leaving any details out. "I will like you both to clench your fist and close your eyes a bit." The woman ordered them while sleeping on Silene's lap. It wasn't that she speaking as normally as they were, but her voice could still be heard because she was a very strong woman. Leoric wanted to object but Silene signaled to him to do as she said. The duo did as the woman said and they began to see the attachments as she wanted them to.

I am not sure if the woman would even understand any word that I was saying because I could feel my orgasm swaying its way out of my veins, and I was eager to reach my peak, so I was groaning and grunting as I rocked my pelvis on her face. “Not a drop of my cum shall slip off your mouth,” I warned the slut in an icy cold tone as I emptied my load inside her mouth. I keenly watched the woman and when I saw her swallow everything inside her mouth, I sent her away. “Get out!” The woman did not ask or say anything. She must have felt relieved to leave my room without suffering more than she already had because she did not bother to look around and like a rocket being launched, she exited the roo

Zelene Sallow: "No!" I began to squirm and wriggle, desperately trying to free myself from the woman's grasp. "That child is in danger out there. She belongs with us; we will provide the care she needs to grow and survive," the woman murmured persistently, her hands firmly holding my face. With unwavering pressure on my cheeks, she forced my lips to part, allowing someone behind her to pour a bitter liquid into my mouth. I gurgled and attempted to protest, but she sealed my mouth shut and maintained her grip, ensuring that I swallowed it down. Even as I choked and coughed, she held me still, refusing to let go until she was certain I had consumed the concoction.

The woman screamed. "Stop acting like a madwoman here, don't embarrass yourself" Shawty tried to walk past her. The woman stopped her by dragging her hair. Shawty hates it when her hair gets grabbed. So she slapped the woman without restraint. The woman held her cheek in a daze, she could not believe that Shawty really hit her. she tasted blood in her mouth, she opened her mouth to talk something fell off from her mouth. The woman realized that it was her front tooth.

Her eyes narrowed. “I doubt that.” I tilted my head, studying her. “Maybe it was a story,” I said slowly. “About a woman who smiled sweetly while stabbing her own son's wife.” Her jaw tightened. “A woman who thought she was untouchable,” I went on, my voice soft but deliberate. “Who thought no one would ever see her for what she really was.” “Watch your mouth,” she snapped. I stepped closer. “And then one day,” I whispered, “someone did.”

I asked, a bit curious. “She passed away a few days after.” A sad smile washed over her face. “So sorry about that.” I pressed my lip into a thin line, feeling genuinely sorry for her. "Then there's me," the toothless woman began. "Some rich guy tried to molest me, so I hit him hard on the head with a stick. I had no idea he would die, his mother eventually found out and got me arrested. I didn't even get a chance to redeem myself because I was helpless." She finished her story, and I turned to the third woman, hoping to hear her tale.

As much as was honest and possible and genuinely hers to hold. Starting with this. Her husband's voice in her kitchen in the evening, telling her about a small girl who had arrived in the world five days ago and who was, whatever else was true, part of the story now. Part of all of their stories. She listened. All the way to the end. ---

She was the kind of woman that every woman want to be like. Despite her beauty, she was a cruel person. The right corner of her lips curved upwards forming a smirk, scaring the poor soul in front of her further. She snapped her fingers in the air. Her snap resounded in the cave thrice. Soon, a woman wearing a black backless full-length gown that had a slit that ended at her mid-thigh appeared out of thin air in front of the woman who sat near the skeleton throne.

The other woman who came with her yelled, the corner of her eyes red. The moment the word slut left her mouth, I blinked. My hand moved again and her head jerked to the side, her eyes wide with disbelief. Now there was a matching mark on her left cheek. I tilted my head slightly, my tone calm and deliberate, “For every vulgar word that comes out of your mouth and the mouth of your… Followers.” I paused, my fingers twitching as I straightened my sleeve, “I’ll respond with a slap.” The woman blinked, trembling with both shock and rage, “You…”