Novel & Cerita The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again

My one and only is probably about to be destroyed. "You ready?" Jon asks. "No, but also yes," I giggle. "I'll go first," he says before sliding down. "Your turn," he calls up to me. I reluctantly slide down the dirt with surprising speed. Jon catches me before I crash into him, but my foot manages to hit the dirt wall in front of us. An unexpected clang of metal echoes in our ears. What is the dirt covering? We hear voices murmering, and the dirt opens. "Marc! Where in the hell..." His words are cut short at the realization that we are not Marc. The boy freaks out at the sight of Jon and tries to slam the door back shut, but Jon shoves his way through before he can.

Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

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What are we supposed to do with dirt? We make a path, Sarah said, and tossed the dirt on the ground. Nothing. Just a patch of earth. No roots bursting up, no magic swirls. It’s just dirt, Mom! June shouted. The soldiers raised their weapons, closing in. Wait, Sarah whispered. Listen.

“Have you found anything?” “No.” Trisha replied. “Just this book that appears to be big and old,” Dalett said. “Did you just say old?” Jade inquired. Dalett nodded, and Jade rushed over to her. “Give me that book.” Dalett bent down, lifted the book, and set it on the table. The dust was so thick that the girls started coughing. Jade covered her nose with one arm and dusted the book with the other. “Let’s see what we can come up with inside there.” Jade flipped open the cover, which was rather heavy. She was surprised when she could not find anything. As she began flipping through the papers one by one, her gaze met the rest of them.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

Trisha’s P.O.V “Damnit!” I threw aside another book that had a promising title but did not have what I needed! I needed scandals and dirt on the Elders, not flowery words and love poems on their beauty! So yes, I was pissed off enough to throw around books that had hundreds of years of history, but I wasn’t a monster, so I instantly regretted my decision and ran after said book, picking it up from the floor and properly keeping them back in place after making sure I hadn't made any damages.

"Okay, okay , Dianacia nodded as she waited in the circle of doom . I flipped through the pages of the book but before I could get a hold of how to break the spell, a large wind came whirling around and flipped the book out of my hands to the ground, all efforts made to reach the book was fruitless and then suddenly the wind turned into the almighty Greta, the dreaded one . “Hello Children, " Greta said .

She approached Dryzza carefully, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought in the hallowed silence. Dryzza glanced up briefly before returning her gaze to the floor. "It’s odd," she muttered, crouching to run a finger over the surface. She examined the fine layer of dust—or rather, the absence of it—and rubbed her fingertips together as if the texture could speak. "This library has been untouched for decades. Dust should cover every inch of this floor, and yet this spot looks recently cleaned."