Territorial Pissings Lyrics Novels & Stories

They took turns eating my pussy again, one licking my clit while the other fingered me, driving me to another shattering orgasm that left me shaking. Then they both focused on my pussy. Adrian entered me again, fucking me missionary while Damien sucked my clit from the side. The dual stimulation had me screaming. Damien replaced him, pounding into me while Adrian pinched and sucked my breasts. I lost count of how many times I came—on their tongues, on their fingers, on their cocks.

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,

"Ahhh... ahhhh... ahhhh... sh*t... ahhh... ahhh... f*ck!" "Do you like it?" Nick said. "Ahhhh... ahhhh... yes I like it... uhmmm!" Nick suddenly put his tongue inside my p*ssy and wildly licked it as if he was hungry. Damn! I feel irresistible pleasure because of how good he is at what he is doing. He simultaneously l*cked my legs and p*ssy while masturbating his d*ck. I moaned louder and louder as I know, nobody's going to hear it outside because of the clanking sound of the rain. Later on, he spread my legs and kissed me while rubbing his d*ck in my p*ssy.

She glared at me with contempt as if she were not the same person who had just exchanged vows with me a moment ago. "Xander was just joking around with you! So, what if you drank a little piss just to amuse him?" The foul smell of piss still lingered in my mouth. My stomach churned so badly that I was about to puke. Bianca sneered at my retching expression. "You can stop with your act! Apologize to Xander at once! Don't stand there and disgust everyone!" I picked up a glass of water and gargled my mouth. The weird stench had disappeared a little.

His heart beats strongly against my ear, a drum seeming to echo the chaos in my chest. It is he who breaks the silence, his voice a raspy, worn murmur against my temple. "I will never let you go again. We'll do this every morning. You hear me?" It's not a declaration of love. It's more primitive than that. It's a territorial claim. A sentence. And in the depths of my ravaged being, a dark part, a part I didn't know, stretches, satisfied, and rejoices in it.

“Stop squeaking like a crazy, twisted woman …. oh you already are that !! My apologies” “I am so gonna burn your ass next, Kai. No one’s piss is going to reach that far to extinguish the flame too” “I got a powerful jet down there, brother. Don’t worry, I gotcha bro” “Eww. Stay away from me, Ryder !! And keep your piss to yourself” “Oh Danielle !! I can’t stop pinching your cute cheeks” “You are hurting him, Mom !! Stop it” “I can trade my rascally sons for Danielle !! He is so perfect !”

"The light's out~ the fans are gone ~ I stay to practice one more song ~ The silence that fills these walls are deafening ~ Was it all a lie? Those cheers that nearly reached the sky. ~ And the bodies that moved at the wave of my hannnnd. ~ And the bodies that moved at the wave of my hannnnnnnd.~ And the bodies that moved at the wave of my HAANNND!~ Goooolden Hysteriaaaa! ~ I reach for you and you all reach for me!~ When I am old and grey~ I'll recall my glory days~ And your voices will sing with me~ In symphony! ~ Goooolden Hysteriaaaaa! Those days we nearly became God! The hearts we struck, The hearts we stole, I don't want to forget it at all.

Instead of bothering with him, I’m now on glass of wine number two – red, of course – and listening to the very appropriate Women Don’t Owe You Shit by the singer Aston. “You’re at the bottom, I’m high like matriarch. You’re hot and bothered when I don’t give a fuck. No explanation, no I don’t have to talk. I don’t like you that much, so I’m cutting you off!” I sing at the top of my lungs, taking a break to take a swig of my drink.

“Come all over my cock so I can fill this pussy.” “Takoa” She screams as her pussy grips me, milking every drop from me as we come together.

“It’s yours Daddy! My pussy is yours. You’re rubbing it so hard, Daddy. My ass is burning and I think you’re fucking my pussy...” “My pussy! This is my pussy now and don’t you ever forget it.” The bed was squeaking, the headboard banging against the wall. I knew we were being too loud, but I couldn’t stop. “I’m going to come so hard inside this pussy, baby girl. Daddy is going to fill you with his seed.”