Novel & Cerita Very Dirty Imagine

The absolute filth coming out of his mouth made my core clench violently around him … a tight, spasming grip that made him groan and slam deeper, his cockhead nudging against my cervix. The dirty imagery pushed me straight to the edge … Korr's thick cock splitting my ass, Ezra's shaft buried in my throat, Rylan behind me, filling my cunt, all three of them using me, stretching me, filling me until I couldn't think, until I was nothing but a wet, desperate hole for them to use.

"In fact, the rougher I am, the better you like it, don't you whore?" Lilith could only moan in response, her hips rocking slightly as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. He was right - she craved the pain, the degradation. It made her feel alive in a way nothing else ever had. Jack pulled his fingers out of her with a wet pop, bringing them to her lips. "Clean them off, slut," he commanded. "Taste what a dirty whore you are." Without hesitation, Lilith opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean, swirling her tongue around the digits to lap up every drop of her own juices mixed with his cum. She moaned as she did it, savoring the musky flavor.

It was time to damn the consequences and defile her right here. “I can't stop thinking about your fingers in my pussy. I touch myself all night, imagining you fucking me all day long. Do you have any idea what you do to me? How hot you make me feel when you touch me.” “Oh, fuck…” I murmured. She was a dirty talker.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

She shakes her head as if aiming to understand if this is…actually happening but the answer is…yes. It’s happening. Vera and I are about to run down a soppy road of sex and dirty affairs. It’s going to be our dirty secret. She milks pleasure from our lewd acts while I do the same. Fuck…picturing it alone is getting me high. My muscles are cording up at various ends. Fantasies fill my mind while I watch her. In a snap decision, I wander my eyes around her…watching the beyond-perfect, flawless thighs.

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

The cry tore past her lips, body shuddering against the bed as she rubbed rightly, letting herself feel all the pleasure the moment could offer. Her toes curled, and her eyes rolled backward, hands rubbing her clit harder with every image of them sharing her body. How could she be this dirty? How could she be this raw? Wanting, and imagining two brothers who she knew could barely stand the sight of each other. “Ohhhh….” Her body jerked, pussy dripping and burning…. Hoping to be filled by Damian and Zavian’s mighty fingers. Her walls clamped around nothing, stomach churning from the buildup of something raw.

"Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me." "My wolf imagines you like the last time we saw you, bleeding from what was left of your dick, blood coming out of the slash marks on your chest. She pictures you naked running through the woods, terrified as she chases you down and pounces on your back. She would like to bite a chunk out of your arms or shoulders, slash you again with her claws. Then let you up, force you to run again. Give you the false hope that you might outrun her and then pounce again. She likes the idea of you naked, bleeding, lying on the ground. She wants you to be exhausted. Then she will begin biting your dick off piece by pie

“Tell me every nasty thought you’ve had about your stepdaddy and stepbrother.” “Oh fuck…” I moaned, gripping the edge of the counter. “I’ve imagined you catching me like this… spanking me for being a perverted little voyeur. Then making me watch while you throat-fuck Jake, before you both take turns ruining my holes. I want your cum leaking out of me for days. I want to taste Jake’s ass on your cock again while you pound me. I’m so fucking dirty, Daddy. I need it hard. Nasty. No limits.”

I could picture her in her room, cheeks flushed, fingers buried inside herself, torn between shame and overwhelming lust. Beverley: Dirty. Guilty. But so turned on I can’t think straight. I hate how much I want you. Me: Good. I want you to feel dirty for me. I want you to feel guilty. Now be a good girl and slide two fingers inside that soaked cunt. Fuck yourself while you read this. Imagine it’s my cock stretching you open. Imagine me pinning you against the hallway wall and pounding into you while your mom is right behind that door.