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

A lot. As she sat on Tony's lap, Cassie mimicked her grinding moves from earlier. Tony couldn't see her face but he didn't care. He threw his head back and enjoyed the feeling of her ass rocking back on him. Tony was still fully dressed and there may have been a couple of layers of clothing between them but there was no denying this: His cousin was grinding on his dick. Right around the time Tony wondered how much of this he could take, Lil Wayne moved to the first chorus of the song. The grinding lasted less than 30 seconds but, fuck if it didn't feel ten times that long.

Thanks to the crystal-clear footage, he was sentenced to a few days in jail. By the time he was released, he looked utterly broken. His hair was a matted mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and every ounce of his former polished, corporate arrogance had vanished. With a criminal record attached to his name, his reputation was thoroughly ruined. He applied to dozens of places, but no company would touch him. To pay off his debts, Robert was forced to take manual labor jobs and deliver food, living a life worse than death. … One evening, just as I stepped out of the office after work, a lunatic bolted out from the bushes, brandishing a knife at me.

We have another roommate, but he’s not gonna be here for a couple more days. Later, back in my own room, I start to get horny. My favourite thing about living away from my parents - who i’m not out to - is that I can just go on grindr whenever I’m in the mood, get a guy over to give head to/pound me and then move on without anyone thinking anything! So, I think, fuck it - let’s have a moving in celebration. Besides, I like to go on grindr in new areas just to see the talent 😂 So I log on and take a look. There’s two faceless profiles who are insanely close, “DL” and “🍑”, I figured they’re probably in the same building… hot. But I normally don’t message faceless folks until they hmu with a

“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.

"Why should I walk away with nothing?" His face was flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was a horrifying sight. Once, I would have been terrified of his anger. But now, looking at him, only one phrase came to mind—all bark and no bite. He had absolutely no leverage, yet he still thought he could get the upper hand. I gave a cold laugh. "Because right now, you're an undocumented citizen who has cheated!" He fixed me with a cold stare and suddenly laughed. "Cheated? I just spent the night with my best friend, and we never did anything."

Jackie's phone slid out of his hand and fell to the ground with a thud. He stared at the kissing scene on the screen, then at the guests' faces. The erstwhile partners who raised a toast earlier took a step back. The whispers in the corner were the first to break the silence, and whispers turned into roars. "He crossed the Olivieros? Is he mad?" "A 750-million-dollar investment? Yeah, right. It's going to kill him." "He's deep in debt, and his partners are pulling out. His company's going bankrupt. He's done for."

The burner buzzes again and it’ felt like a knife been pierced into my gut, the preview clip starts playing all on its own, no volume but I don’t need volume because I remember every single sound I made in that pool house, the way I was riding him slow and filthy, water dripping off our skin from the latenight swim we weren’t supposed to take together, blue lights from the pool making everything look underwater and unreal, his hands digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks that I will have to hide with high waisted jeans for days. The thumbnail is me mid grind, head thrown back, mouth open, chain swinging wild between my tits. Forty-three minutes left on the clock now. The new text po

I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I grind down on him, earning a low groan from him. "People are going to see you, baby. They're going to see you grinding down on me, just trying to feel what belongs to only you. I bet you like that though. You like the thought of people watching you." He whispers to me, pumping his fingers quickly and hearing my pants and moans for him. I'm close. I'm so close, and someone is bound to hear me.

“Admit it. You’ve been half-hard since I walked in here tonight. Probably since practice. Probably since the first time I called you short stack in the locker room.” “Fuck you,” he hissed, but his voice cracked on the last word and his hips rolled up to meet mine like he couldn’t help it. We were basically grinding on each other now, messy and uncoordinated, my cock sliding against his thigh while his dick rubbed against my stomach through the thin shorts, and every time one of us moved the wet sounds got louder and more embarrassing.