Smutty Pics Novels & Stories

Jace gripped the rest of the length which was already slathered with spit and stroked it in tandem with his own sucking. “Oh fuck, Jacob,” Toussaint moaned as he pulled Jace from his pole. Toussaint smacked his cock on Jace’s wet lips before urging him to continue. This time, Jace took more of his until his nose hit a perfectly trimmed pube, the scent of pine and something strong flooding his nostrils but he couldn’t focus on that for long. Tears dropped from his eyes as he sucked Toussaint’s cock until his cock pulsed in his mouth. What followed was an animalistic growl from Toussaint as he fucked his throat with an insane strength, pumping his seeds into his throat.

"I'll show you how all the posting stuff works. And we can send it to Gemma." You smirked and shook your head, not sure if that was a good idea or not. But you accepted the phone and shifted around until you got a good frame of the shot - Sabrina's small tits splattered with your pearly cum, both of her nipples popping out, and the hickey just below the left nipple. Her smile, naughty and satisfied, just at the top of the frame. "Nice, that's a good one," she said when she took a quick look.

I stared at him incredulously. “How did you—“ But my words were cut short when he suddenly slip my bra underneath his boxers. My eyes trained on the spot his manhood and my bra located. My left pinky finger twitched. He must have seen the look on my face because he then rubs it with a smug look on his face. I can already feel myself dripping. Damn, how I wish that’s my hand under that flimsy material. “You want it back, babe?” I nodded dumbly, my mind was busy formulating a thousand ways to get my bra and at the same time feel his cock. My mouth went dry just thinking about it.

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

He slid off the chair and dropped to his knees in front of Damon, who towered over him now, unhurried and in complete control. Damon cupped his jaw, thumb brushing his lower lip. "Good. Let's see how well you follow instructions." Kai's heart pounded in his ears. He looked up, lips parted. Damon's eyes were dark with hunger. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock, thick and already hard. Kai's mouth went dry. "Open," Damon said quietly. Kai obeyed. He leaned in and took the head into his mouth. The taste was heavy, unfamiliar, and instinct did the rest. He sucked gently, tongue moving around the tip.

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.

Pictures of sexy girls kissing, and of naked young bodies held tightly together under a shower head. The folder "Butts" contained not only pictures of very attractive naked asses, but also shots of fat cocks stuffed into stretched assholes. Many of the anal pictures were close-ups of the joined cocks and asses, but those that included the women's faces showed expressions from obvious pleasure to oh-my-God-that's-not-going-to-fit! Vickie clicked on the folder named, "Incest," and she and the two kids were treated to nearly a hundred images in the taboo genre. One set showed a brother getting a blowjob from his sister still partially-dressed in her school uniform, but with her small tits and s

Lauren answered, her voice dripping with that annoying stable-friend concern. "Plus, we needed a reason to get you to wash that ass. You were starting to smell like a bag of roadkill left out in the Burbank sun," Darla added, leaning back in the vinyl booth and popping a piece of nicotine gum. "The sad girl aesthetic is over, E. Now you just look like a squatter."

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

“Starting here.” He stripped the shirt off her, lifted her onto the kitchen island, and spread her thighs wide. His cock was heavy and flushed, a thick bead of precum already leaking from the tip. He rubbed it through her folds, smearing the clear fluid along her clit, then pushed into her in one deep thrust. Anita moaned at the stretch. Damien fucked her hard on the cold marble, the wet slap of skin echoing off the cabinets. Every time he bottomed out, more of her cream coated his cock and dripped down onto the island.