Sly Grin Novels & Stories

"They're cute. They look like little grumpy dwarves." Sure enough. Jake wanted to laugh at himself, but surprisingly he didn't feel disappointed. He just found it cute how the brain of this girl worked. The response sounded so childish, that he broke into a soft smile. Ryder looked at him from the corner of her eyes and felt satisfied with herself. The dim light coming from the light bulb was more than enough to see the young man's physique. He was wearing plain jeans, and a dark hoodie, the hood of which was thrown over his head hiding most of his face, only the fair skin of his jaw and a pair of pink lips could be seen. Over the hoodie, he was wearing a dark jacket, his hands deep in his p

Instead, she chose to celebrate his future, even if it meant letting go. Erik turned to her and smiled. It was a simple gesture, yet it felt like something more. The corners of his lips curled up in that familiar way, effortless and warm, but there was something else in his expression—a quiet appreciation, maybe even relief. His eyes met hers for a fleeting moment, searching, as if trying to read the thoughts she carefully concealed behind her cheerful words. That smile, genuine and unguarded, made her chest tighten, and she suddenly wished she could freeze time, just for a little while longer.

if right now she was even looking for a man to have in her life. “He’s trying his best,” she commented. “And presumably sleeping with your dolly boy in Thailand behind your back?” She suppressed her usually slow to rise temper and threw him her best Mona Lisa smile. A smile she had perfected long ago that said everything and nothing all at the same time. “‘Grip,’” she corrected with forced niceness. “He’s called a ‘dolly grip’.” “Really? Well, he’s also called a ‘junkie’.” “Gray once had a drug problem. He doesn’t anymore.”

Granting her wish, he removed his thumb and forefinger from her nose long enough for her to greedily suck in air before pinching it close again and thrusting into her mouth with wild abandon. Green eyes trained on Sreya's mouth around his member, loud animal grunts escaped his throat, echoing throughout the almost empty room as his hips jerked and his cum spurted out in long ropes in her mouth, leaking through the sides and dripping down her chin. Dronian had no intentions on swallowing. He knew this and as such, tightened his grip on her nose so she was forced to. When he pulled out, some of his cum and spittle followed, staining Sreya's breast and stomach. She was fully crying now, repulse

She spoke. “Na, since you're probably a runaway no one will miss you.” He growled. She looked into his eyes again, and then at his mouth. His fangs showed, and his mouth formed a smile. “Yea I don't think so. Now let me go!” She screamed. “Oh no, I don't think so.” He spoke. “Your blood smell so delicious.” He laughed. “You have a fresh wound on you, probably not even a day old.” He brought her wrists to his nose. He inhaled.

“Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…” He spat once more between her breasts, watching the saliva trail down her skin, then dragged his tongue through every drop, licking her clean while his fingers stayed buried in her pussy, pumping in a steady, filthy rhythm. She moaned louder, thighs trembling on either side of his hips. “Please… keep doing that… fuck… mmm… your mouth…”

I look at Sly, who is leaning back in his seat, holding a freshly poured tumbler of whiskey. "Goodbye, son. Can't say it's been nice knowing you." "Ditto."

" But I quickly covered my mouth before someone heard us. I arched my hips up, now trying to pull him in with all my strength, just to get more of his big cock in my hungry pussy. "AHHH... Ahhh... ahh. I'm close, baby." Dr Sinclair moaned loudly as he started fucking me faster. He wrapped his right arm around my small body and pulled me tighter onto his dick and grounded my ass against his groin. I could almost feel his monsterious cock shifting my womb. “Mmmmm.. ahhhh.. he moaned and quickly pulled out and turned me over and pushed me on my knees and forced his cock into my mouth

He returned with a cocky grin. “Oh?” Polly laughed. “Well then you’d better give me something in return,” she said. “Hm,” Trent said, stroking his chin comically, before pulled back and eyeing Polly’s lush but tight pussy. Her lips were plump and minimalistic, but clearly glistening with the excess dew that Trent’s touch had elicited from her.

“Yes…” A sly grin crept across Shane’s lips. “Then I guess that means you’ll do whatever I ask?”