The Grind Is Real Novels & Stories

She had done this before, I could tell. Did Pedro know? She scooted down, making our pussies touch. Then she started to grind on me. It was amazing. We were grinding against each other. Our clits being brushed and pushed against each other. Our wet juices mixed together, making our inner thighs slide back and force. My clit was grinding her pussy lip. I looked down. I wanted to watch it. Her pussy was sliding up and down mine, making her moan as much as I was. I grabbed her head and pulled her to me. I kissed her, grinding harder. She got faster

“Keep going. Really rip into him. Grind against him, make him desperate, and when he reacts, mock him for it. Make him want it and hate himself for it.” I can feel a thrill race through me, fueled by a mix of defiance and excitement. I keep my eyes locked on his, then slowly shift, pressing my body against his lap, feeling the heat radiate off him. The tension between us is thick, his body rigid beneath me, every muscle coiled, yet he doesn’t move. I let my lips pull into a slow, mocking smile as I grind against him, deliberately slow, savoring the way his body responds despite his attempts at restraint.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

I don't have words. 2 states away from home for a business trip. Finally took the plunge and downloaded grinder. Got several messages almost instantly, but felt a good connection with 1 guy in particular. At first, I was just looking for a jerk bud and we'd see where it went. He said he could meet tonight, but I almost got cold feet. The amount of understanding and compassion he showed for my nervousness was just amazing, so I gave him my room number. ~20 minutes later, he's at the door to my room.

He ground against me, riding out his release, his groans mixing with the crowd's cheers. Instead of pulling out, Zade began to roll of his hips. Every thick inch dragged against my oversensitive walls, stirring the mess of his cum and my slick into a filthy, wet glide. The slow grind kept me stretched and full, never letting the ache fade, never letting my body come down.

Zach groaned, stroking his hard cock as he watched us. I gasped sharply the moment our pussies made contact. It was hot, slippery, and messy. Our swollen clits rubbed together perfectly as we started grinding slowly. The obscene, wet sounds of our juices mixing filled the room. “Oh my god…” Tess moaned, rolling her hips against mine. Her slick folds slid against my own, our combined cum from Zach’s cum making everything slippery and filthy. Zach knelt beside us, eyes glued to the sight. “That’s it. Grind those greedy little cunts together. Let me see how wet you both get for me.”

I heard an angry grunt from someone behind me, but couldn't crane my neck enough to see. The thing grabbed for me when Junto made a move towards us with a crowbar outstretched for a hit. Junto swung it around, thinking he made contact, but the creature threw his head back, unnaturally bending backwards, just in time. Junto jumped over us and landed on the other side in a crouch. The creature's claw scraped my shoulder in an attempt to lift me away, but I slipped back and yelped more from the pain of his scratch than from the slamming of the dirt. The pain was something I didn't recognize, burning, blinding, pain. I welcomed the death that awaited me. -

GRINDA “Girrrlllll I'm so high right now and I can't feel my legs and hands but I'm Having fun!!” Grinda screamed, explaining her feelings to her friend, jumping and dancing like a crazy person. She hadn't felt this free and happy in months, she missed her parents so much and her mate had also been keeping his distance, staying cold since he caught them a month ago. “Take this drink and just enjoy” The new guy pushed another strong and cold alcoholic drink into her hand, from the side of her eye she saw Tahlia seated on a sofa and so calm.

Seeing that I didn't respond, he lost patience. He broke open one of the pomegranates and held it near my mouth, somewhat defiantly saying, "Eat it, don't make me repeat it a third time." I pushed him away forcefully, picked up the other pomegranate, and threw it at his face. "Take your pomegranates and get out. I don't want to see you anymore." Xavier widened his eyes, clenched his lips, and almost instinctively pressed me onto the sofa. "You dare to lay a hand on me?"

We kissed again, our bodies grinding, pussies rubbing wet against thighs. "I want to grind on you," I said, positioning us scissor-style, our legs intertwined, with our pussies pressing together. The contact was electric, her wet folds on mine, her clits bumping. We started moving, slow rolls at first, then harder, grinding frantic. "Fuck, your pussy….ahh" she moaned, her hands on my leg for leverage, thrusting up. Our juices mixed, slippery, the friction on my clit building fast. God, feeling her clit rub mine, wet and hot, making me grind harder, my tits bouncing.