Ugly Bastard Hentai Novels & Stories

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

Taking off my uniform, I rushed to mum's room, trying out all her sexy nightwears, before settling for one with a plunge neckline. I also took a suction base dildo she'd hidden away since she got married. It wasn't as big as Frank's dick, but it would do. I leaned backwards, resting my back against the sofa as I turned on Frank's laptop. He had no idea that I knew his password. I was going to have so much fun with myself. I played the first p**n video I saw. It was a scene of a woman giving a passionate blowjob. 'Fuck, that was hot', I thought as the woman fit his entire dick in her mouth without gagging.

I appreciate the thought. Really, I do. I’m just not in the right frame of mind to handle things now. I could do without seeing Bastard for the foreseeable future, I’m talking five years at least. But no, Bastard decided to develop abandonment anxiety. Release me, vile demon! “It’s not like he’s going to murder you Hagakure”, she drawls, moving towards the underwear section. I calmly grip her shoulder and steer her towards the section for vests and socks. Vile woman.

(In Valentino's POV) "È il bastardo morto?" (“Is the bastard dead?”) I asked already knowing that he would never do that because he knew how much I enjoyed killing people. "Nessun capo! Solo catturato." (“No boss! Only captured.”) He answered and I smirked knowing that he will be my new plaything.

“You bastard, do you not know who One is?” “What the f*ck, One my a*s, how dare you call me a bastard? Which sh*thole did you even come out from, you old bastard? How is your mouth so dirty?” “Buzz off! You’re asking me to let him go, yet you’re still acting so arrogant? Where’s your damn brain? And is this little pest your grandchild, you old fart? If so, then grovel before me. If I’m satisfied, I might just keep his body intact.”

she choked out. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a thick, realistic dildo — clearly well-used, still slightly sticky. I smirked, reading the name carved into the base. “Beg me to shove it down your throat, cheer slut.” “Fuck you! No!” I grabbed her wet hair and forced her mouth open, shoving the fat dildo past her lips. I pushed it deep, making her gag and choke. “How’s Daddy’s ass taste, Kelly? Yeah… that’s his. You just sucked your own father’s filth off his favorite toy.”

Merciless. Each thrust slammed me forward into the counter. My hips bruised against the edge. My tits bounced painfully inside my bra. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly. His heavy balls smacked my clit with every violent stroke. He fucked me like I was nothing but a hole for his anger — deep, punishing strokes that made my eyes roll back. I hated him. I hated how good it felt. My pussy clenched around his cock, dripping down his shaft, making everything even wetter and nastier.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

Lucia straddled his thigh briefly, grinding her wet pussy against it through her gown, then gripped his girth, struggling to close her fingers, pumping until veins bulged. Twelfth, with emerald eyes, had a smooth, hairless body; she licked a stripe up his sternum, then down to swallow his straight shaft, humming vibrations along it while squeezing his ass cheeks apart. Thirteenth, scarred from some old battle but ripped, tensed as she bit his traps, then jerked his cock roughly, thumbing the slit to spread pre-cum like gloss. Fourteenth, ebony-skinned and towering, let her climb his frame, legs wrapping his waist as she ground against his massive, rising erection, feeling it nestle at her en

Lila moaned, voice cracking. One demon slapped her face hard. “Look at your worthless husband, whore. He brought us to you so you'll take every inch of this.” His voice was dark and sounded like hell itself. They stroked their monstrous cocks right in front of her face. The precum poured out in thick ropes, hot, glowing, sticky like molten glue. It splattered across her cheeks, flooded her open mouth, coated her tongue, dripped from her eyelashes, ran into her ears, and painted her tits shiny. Lila stuck her tongue out like a desperate demon bitch, gurgling as they force-fed her the heads of their cocks. Her lips stretched painfully wide around one fat head while another slapped her face wit