Style Smut Novels & Stories

I have never done this before and no one has seen completely naked and worst of all fucked me. He grabs my hand sna spills me upwards. I stare at him with my brows curved in confusion. “Let me make you feel like a true woman!” He smuttier says with a sly wink and smirk. I can’t help her alike my face tk be vulnerable and allow his contagious smile infect my face as well. I joined him in his sly smile.

I was grinding against her face, pushing her head down harder, whimpering and begging for more like a desperate slut. She suddenly stopped and reached for a strawberry. She dipped it in the thick cream and brought it to my dripping cunt. She rubbed the cold, creamy fruit all over my swollen pussy lips, coating me. Then she gently pushed it inside my wet hole, fucking me with the strawberry before pulling it out glistening with my sticky juices. She crawled up my body and pressed the pussy-drenched strawberry to my trembling lips. “Taste your own sweet cunt on it, baby,” she purred.

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

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.

My sister is lying there, looking half-dead, and this prick is here, relaxed and smug? He stretches and looks over at me with a smug tilt of his head. “Let me guess… you’re here because you’ve realised how strong the mate bond is. Poor Jasmine must be writhing in pain right now. And you need me to make her feel better, right?” He laughs, then adds, “Maybe just a little touch from me would calm her down. Or maybe what she really needs is for me to fuck her properly this time—until the pain turns to pleasure. That should wake her up, don’t you think?”

INTIMACY (Baby) Charlie's POV "Come on baby," I hushed as I slammed my lips to hers. She took two steps backwards letting her back hit the elevator. I slid my finger into her short miniskirt and started fingering her. She moaned crazily into my mouth as we kissed roughly, her hands were wrapped tightly around my neck. I slid two additional finger into her V making it three fingers, her moans became more loud. It sounded so sweet to my ears.

“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.

Her little dress was almost at her waist now. "Oh Jesus," Tommy whispered aloud. Now he couldclearly see both of his stepmother's holes, including the puffy sex lips and the tiny brown hole just inches away. His hand flew up and down on his penis, moving him rapidly toward a climax. Suddenly, he moaned and began to squirt his semen. The first blast flew above Tommy and splattered onto the back of his stepmother's thigh, near the junction of her sexual parts. When Tommy saw that, his climax intensified. In his sexual fog, it didn't occur to him that he might not be able to clean it off before his stepmother awoke. Sue could barely see what was happening but she knew from his groans that he wa

but did not whisper a word. I continued, "I'm not angry dude. In fact, I completely get it. But, talking smut in front of her? Looking for a reaction? Forget it. That stuff just bounces off her like rain on a waxed car. Saying to her you love her hair, the pattern on the tight pants. Asking her if it doesn't bother her that men might look at her butt will invoke a response. She might say, "Do you like it?". Think dude. Don't just say, "Yes." Say, "Let me see it better." Ask her how the material feels and maybe she'll let you touch it. Don't be afraid like a kid grabbing a cookie and running. If she lets you touch it run your hands over her like a man. She likes that. If your going to look do

it look like I had just giving to blow job and they had cummed all over me even though they were still completely closed. I looked like a slut.