Slut Boy 소설 & 이야기

said Keatton erotically. Damon stroked his dick and spat on his hands. He scattered his drool by masturbating his cock fast. “See this dick? This can ruin your ass, pussy, and mouth. But you still love it, don’t you? Daddy’s dick is all my boy wanted. Because my son is a slut for Daddy’s big chocolate dick,” said Damon

“A public slut. Her pussy is always wet.” My boyfriend announced in the park. All heads snapped in our direction, their eyes went over my naked body and my ass that had my juice leaking from underneath. He walked closer with a sneer, grabbing my ass as he smacked it and I let out a soft bitchy moan, “ Baby!” I moaned. He pointed at the slutty men that were already looking at me and said, “ See!” Their mouths were already salivating.

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

I'm sobbing with pleasure, tears streaming down my face, my bound wrists clutching at nothing. "Look at her," Ethan pants. "Taking both of us like a perfect little whore." "She is perfect," Richard agrees. "Our perfect shared slut." They fuck me harder, faster, their cocks sliding against each other inside my ruined pussy. I'm climbing toward another orgasm — bigger than any before, building from somewhere deep in my core. "I'm gonna come," I wail. "Please — I'm so close—" "Then come," Richard commands. "Come on both our cocks. Show us what a good slut you are."

My need pressed against my skin and my lungs that my breath became uneven. Heat spread through me, low and slow, settling deep between my thighs. I clenched and unclenched my fists slowly , breathing in slowly to get myself back, my wolf was already scratching to be let out, I haven't had sex since I came here , my hands were the only thing that gave me pleasure. I swallowed hard and opened my eyes slightly.

Poppy’s cries of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as I reached down and gently circled her clit with the pad of my finger. “Look at you, baby girl. Look how well you’re taking your daddy’s dick. Your pussy was made for me, baby. This is Daddy’s cunt. Be ready, little girl, because now that I’ve had a taste, I’m going to fill this pretty little pink until you can’t even walk.” I snarled and bared my teeth. “Everyone’s gonna know how you're an owned little slut. My slut.” “Yes, Daddy,” Poppy moaned, sounding like a little kitten who’d finally gotten her treat. “I’m your slut. Please fuck me harder. Pound into my little pussy until it’s nice and stretched for your big dick.”

Sloan know that he'd feel the pain tomorrow and that would put him in his place. The PA. Simple as that. The little mouse needs to know his place. He repeated the words in his mind, over and over again. This took him back to years ago when he was told that he was to be the perfect cumslut by his first boyfriend. Sloan was nineteen, living miles away from his hometown, studying for his degree. He was young and head over heels for his older boyfriend, Jesse, who had messed him up real good. So good that when he passed Sloan to his friends, he acted like a good boyfriend and serviced them, thinking it'll make him more loveable and make their sex life better.

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

I’m not your sweet boy who has so much love to give, you don’t know what I do to girls who slut themselves around. “Slut themselves” I say as the sudden hotness hit me mixed with the tension of what I felt. My heart heated against my chest and every breathing brought a new kind of life to me mixed with the sweet smell of the air, I knew that what I was about to do next I was going to regret it for the rest of my life but I did it anyways I slammed my lips against his, killian body stiff against mine but when I looked at him, his eyes burned into mine.

And my brother's school fees weren't going to pay themselves. So I quit the bakery. And now I was standing in the hallway of a house I didn't own listening to a woman whose last name I didn't know perform an enthusiasm I was not convinced was genuine. I contemplated going upstairs to confront him. Honestly, I think he liked it. The confrontation. The drama. Something in Liam needed the games — needed the catching and the crying and the whole performance of remorse. Maybe it made him feel wanted. Maybe it made him feel real. I had stopped trying to psychoanalyse it somewhere around girl number four.