Spicy Booktok Wallpaper Novels & Stories

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“Smells good. I’m starving.” Damien nodded toward the kitchen island. “Sit, both of you, the food’s ready.” They moved to the stools. Damien slid plates in front of them, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast on the side. Chloe sat carefully. The wooden seat pressed against her ass under the nightgown. Every shift of her hips made her swollen clit rub against the smooth surface. She squeezed her thighs together hard. The pressure only made the ache worse. She needed to come badly. Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, still slick from the grinding earlier. A fresh trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh, possibly staining her nightgown but it won’t be visible since her robe cover

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

Lila’s POV The university’s bell has finally rang after waiting for almost two hours for this boring subject. I never liked math. For me, that was the most boring subject ever. Numbers, after numbers, and then numbers again. Tsk tsk. All I want to learn is cocks and cocks and dick. Smirking at my own thoughts, I took all my things and immediately left our room. The next subject is my favorite one. Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night.

She slurped that thing down like it was a cup of jello and not the plate of inferno that it was. "Are you ok?" I ask, finally getting back my ability of speech. She gives me a thumb up, her lips still wrapped around the carton of milk. Her lips leave the mouth of the milk with a pop. "What was in that shit? Hellfire?" I fumble through the dustbin, fishing out the empty pack and reading the back. Manufactured by... Blah blah blah. My face blanches as I go over the line I just skimmed past, making sure I read it correctly. "It is considered one of the hottest noodles ever. A raging ball of fire. Advisable not to use all the pack of flavor in it." I let it slip through my fingers and back into

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

Eventually she pulled back, sniffling, wiping her face dramatically before holding up a food container. "I brought your favorite." My eyes widened. "Spicy spaghetti?" "With meatballs and veggies." I could've kissed her. As I ate, Adriana talked enough for both of us. "Your fans have gone crazy." "What?" "The internet practically exploded." She shoved her phone into my hands. Face of Oceania Winner Lena Blackwood. Fashion Trend of the Year. Millions of views. My eyes went wide. "No way." "Oh, there's more." She scrolled excitedly through videos. "The bikini, shirt and tie combo? Congratulations, every influencer is copying it." I couldn't help laughing. "You're kidding." "I'm not! You're lite