Smutty Pics Novels & Stories

And I glared at him. "My mind is not dirty or at least, my mind can't help being dirty with the smutty pictures you guys just served us, like, they look like something straight out of a porn site." "Porn... God! Wait, Tana..." fear and apprehension climbed up my spine as the realization of what she has been saying since morning dawned on me. "You mean our pictures are online?"

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

Fay hated to admit it but the pictures had had an effect on her, she had looked so horny, so wanton, like a slut on her knees sucking cock, she wanted to see more of this other side of her personality which had laid dormant for so long. Fay had no idea how Bill had come by the pictures or the video, it didn't seem to matter, he had them that was all there was to it.

"I just started talking to you and you want pictures of me?" He sent her an adorable picture of a puppy with big eyes looking up with a caption that read, "Please? Send nudes." She laughed and shook her head. "No way! You could post them on the Internet or something!" "Sigh..." he sent. "That's why you take some with your head cut-off," he replied. She hadn't thought of that. "Besides, I don't do that," he added. "That's really fuckin' scummy." She smiled, liking him more and more.

Even for something like this? There are photos. Dozens of them. All with Sam and some unknown man. The pictures piss me off. One, they are not me in those pictures. It's just some stupid dude thinking he can take my Sammy from me, and Two, they are going to ruin Sam's reputation faster than anything else in this place. In one of the pictures, he is at her door in nothing but a towel as he leans into her. He looks like he'd just come from her apartment after having sex with her and wants the whole damn building to know about it!

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From Ria, the professor, Johnny and randos I know not. Having no particular use for the phone, my finger, by its own sheer will goes to Vicky's page. I- I mean, it swipes and scrolls through all his pictures. I let my eyes linger on some more than others. One of them being him posting the sluttiest picture in social media history. I know that's an exaggeration but that's how I feel. Vicky is clad in thongs, that is visible through the netty pantyhose he has on. There are fur boots on his feet that match the fur jacket on. I shamelessly save the pictures. All 13 of them.

After I've exhausted every pose that could be possible, Sophie allowed me put on a shirt before we started looking at the pictures we took together to select the best one. But they were all good! every single one made me wetter. The ones where my eyes looked glassy and desperate, my pussy swollen and shiny, the plug clearly visible in my ass… those were the sluttiest. I ended up picking three. The first was of me spreading my pussy with two fingers. The second showed my oiled tits squeezed together with my mouth slightly open while the last was a rear view on all fours, my face turned back with pure lust. It showed my diamond shaped butt plug and it was the sexiest.

Cami shrugged. “I was having a future dream... Who in Blue Lake has brown hair, brown eyes, kind of stocky?” Cami scrunched her nose, “Were you doing the nasty with Vincent? Gross.” My eyes widened, and I shook my head, “Ugh, no. I was uhm, getting intimate with Wyatt and some guy was taking pictures of us. He was jacking off to our pictures.” Cami’s eyes widened, “Good lord, I cannot imagine seeing some of the things you have to see,” she said with a shudder.

silhouettes that have adorned the mud flaps on semis for decades. The smurf was on hands and knees behind a bush. At one side of the bush her head and upper chest, suggesting a bit or cleavage, were peering out. The face looking very much like Rose with a "escaped with the cookie" smile. At the other end what looked like her bare bottom was sticking out because the bush was too small. The art was on both doors, with miniatures versions on the front and back. Sam had rigged a sort of NASA grade lo-jack and security system. Rose understood.