Smut Scene 소설 & 이야기

A cunning b*tch was capturing the whole raw dance of passion with her camera “B*tch, this is not your end.. It is your final moment before your doom,” Mita sneered as she watched Samaira and Yash grabbing and kissing each other like there was no tomorrow After getting sufficient footage, she finally left the two alone and walked out “Sidd.. Siddharth!, you’re here!Thank God you came, I.. I miss-ssed you so much,” Samaira muttered and Yash suddenly felt a jolt He raised his head up and tried to look at the woman under the faint light of the moon

They weren’t gentle with the finish. One filled my pussy with thick, hot cum while the other painted my heaving breasts and face. I lay there panting, trembling, cum dripping from my well-fucked cunt and running down my cheeks, completely destroyed in the best possible way. The bright lights felt blinding. I was still trying to catch my breath, thighs quivering, when the director called cut and walked over with a satisfied smile. “Holy shit, Lorelei. That was incredible. One of the best first scenes we’ve ever filmed.”

, Saying this he smiles devilishly and starts leaving from there that Amit stops him by saying something. "What's too soon? Smaran, you have told your point, now listen to me a little bit", He says with a wicked smile. He turns towards him and replies, "Now there is nothing left to talk with you". "It's okay if you don't want to talk, don't do it, but watch it", Saying this Amit plays a video on his phone in which Smaran is with the girl in a hotel room. Smaran is shocked to see it. "What happened? did you lose your senses? the whole swagger has gone out?", He asks while leaning his face near his.

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

We stayed locked like that, we are sweaty, shaking, panting, his softening length still buried to the hilt, my legs trembling, my cum-slick thighs were quivering. “What the fuck is going on here?” Damon’s voice cut through the haze like a blade. We froze, we were still joined, my breasts still exposed, his hand still cupping my dripping cunt, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the training room air.