Smutty Pics Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I don't know what was the reason but it seemed like Dhruv and Arjun knew something which I was unaware of. "Wait, I will bring them." I went to my study room and started looking for my laptop in the mess I created in the morning. I found it in a corner of the room. I checked it, the screen was cracked, but luckily it was working. I went out and opened it. It was tough for me to open that folder again. I don't know why I never deleted those pictures. I never tried to look at those pictures again, I didn't have the courage. Those were pictures of Sama kissing someone.

As soon as I find myself on his page my eyes immediately widen at the sight as more tears begin to blur my vision. Sammy took a photo of some random naked girl in his bed whose face can’t be seen while tagging her as me, even though I was not the girl in the photos @sammywilkins: wayyyyy too much fun @babyamber. I desperately clutch onto my phone as I stare down at my screen, wanting nothing more but for this feeling to go away. @babyamber: @sammywilkins yeah, you wish. Like I’d ever let you take pictures of me. Maybe you should go find the real girl in that photo. Or do you run through so many girls that you forget which one she is?

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

Jim motioned for Sean to look at the rest of the pictures he’d taken in the morning, while he searched his phone for something. “This one’s good,” said Sean a moment later. Jim glanced up and smiled, agreeing. It was his bare chest, with Silvia’s arm showing from behind to bring her hand to rest open on his skin. The next one was exactly the same, adding Jim’s hand to cover hers against his chest. Sean snatched the joint from Jim’s fingers, still looking at the pictures. He found some suggestive shots, some others were blurry or seemingly accidental on purpose. All of them had Jim’s personal touch.

Chapter 22 Lena's POV I sat on my bed in the quiet house, my phone screen glowing with the dirty pictures Ava had sent me. The images were explicit — Ava touching herself, close-ups of her breasts and pussy, messages describing how much she missed my body. My fingers traced the screen, body heating up as I remembered the weekend at Ava's condo. I slipped my hand under my shorts, touching myself slowly while scrolling through the photos, my breathing quickening. I typed a quick text to Ava: "Your pictures are driving me crazy. I'm touching myself right now thinking about you."

My mate has a healthy stash of porn. Curiosity slowly pricks my mind, and against my better judgment, I reopen his passion drawer. The magazines show beautiful women. All with large breasts and tiny waists. Their butts are big and luscious. Tears fall down my cheeks silently as I stare at picture after picture of what Scott deems to be sexy. "Moira," Lisa softly says from right behind me. I drop the dirty pictures and close the drawer quickly. I wipe my face and turn to her. "I'm sorry. I should not have snooped," I say, sniffling

Damn my imagination! Now I was sitting in front of my computer, putting my hands inside my VJ and getting so wet and horny. Well, damn you, David I decided to call his bluff. I quickly took a new shaving stick,shaved myself "down there" and took some pictures of my smooth pussy,one with it held open showing how wet it was, and another one of my finger in between my clit, and the third one,a photo of me pinching my nipples, standing in front of my mirror. Then I sent all the pictures to David with the message, "Think you can handle this, big boy?"

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

I’d watch her at the dining table, her soft lips wrapping around a strawberry, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of juice, and I’d have to physically excuse myself, retreat to my study before I got hard right there in front of my entire family. I tried ignoring her. I tried pretending she didn’t exist, that she was just a piece of furniture, a pretty ornament in my son’s life. But it was no use. She was an infection, and I was a willing host. I started taking pictures of her secretly. The security cameras I’d had installed for “protection” became my private peepshow. I had footage of her sunbathing by the pool, her skin glistening with oil. I had clips of her sneaking into the kitchen l