Zalfie Fanfiction Dirty Mga Nobela at Kwento

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

His hands rise to my breasts, "Everything about you is so elegant... It makes me want to get you all dirty. Just like this” "Oh my god, Liam!” I let out with a gasp and as he takes it upon himself to do just that: get me dirty... with his cum all over my tits. I can say with complete certainty that I've never done anything like this before, something so literally dirty. But, surprisingly, I don't hate it as much as you'd think. In fact, I kinda like it... it feels just like he said, like his first mark on me. And someday, I'll wear his permanent mark on my neck.

Zaydeen pulled his fingers out of my mouth, his movement slow in ways that made me realize the loss. Spit drooled down my chin, but Zaydeen clamped his wet hand around my neck, stuck his tongue out, and licked every bit of spit back into my mouth before claiming my lips in a rough kiss. My body recoiled in disgust, but this very dirty thing made my pussy drip harder. “Ummmmmm…” I arched into him, my stomach curling from the pleasure I couldn’t control. Oh! This was raw. This was intense. This was dirty! Yet it was everything that I sought.

his eyes flashed towards me, “What did I say, little witch? Don’t move your feet, let the lacquer dry, hm.” His hands moved over my legs, spreading my thighs and tugging at my soaked thong. “I can smell how turned on you are, Elena. Did watching your soon-to-be-fiancé paint your pretty nails make your cunt wet?” “Zayed,” I whispered, my lips parting when he pressed the dark thong to his nose, breathing in my scent before throwing away the lace and grabbing my thighs. “Zayed, we will be late.” “Then I’ll have to be quick,” he said in a low voice before lifting my dress and pressing his lips against my pussy.

"Or I'll stop and make you watch while Zane fucks you instead." "I—I love it," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I love being your dirty girl... Please—" Ziven's lips curled into a dark, dirty and satisfied smirk. "Good little whore." He suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and throbbing. Before I could protest, he spun me around and pushed me onto the bed on my back. "Legs open," he ordered, his voice rough. "Wide. Show me that greedy wet cunt." I obeyed instantly, my thighs falling apart, shame and arousal burning through me in equal measure.

“Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

She gasped as her palms slapped against the bed for balance. “You are going to remember who you fucking belong to,” Victor growled. His voice was guttural and barely human. He shoved the hem of her black dress up to her waist and dragged her panties down to her knees. She was already wet, and she felt humiliated by the way her body responded to his rage. Then he drove into her with a single, merciless thrust.

i snapped my fingers in front of his face and he looked like he just got pulled out of his world filled with dirty and nasty thoughts. "Done checking me out!" i said expecting him to blush or something but to my surprise he smirked and shamelessly replied "it's not wrong to check out and have dirty thoughts about your mate. i mean we eventually will do everything so it's not wrong to think. RIGHT!" my cheeks and ears are surely crimson red which i actually intended to put on Zayn but he made the table turn towards me. like how shameless can he be to confirm that he was really having those dirty thoughts about me.

"And if they do? I'll bend you over right there, shove my big cock balls-deep in your sloppy cunt while they watch, and make you scream my name so loud they know you're my filthy little slut. Show them how you beg for it harder, how you squirt all over Daddy's dick." "Oh fuck," I moaned, spreading my legs wider in the seat, giving him better access as his fingers teased my swollen folds. The SUV's horn blared behind us, closing the gap, but I was lost in the haze—his touch reigniting the fire, dipping one thick finger into my cum-filled pussy to swirl our mixed fluids. "You're so dirty... God, I love it." "You love it, huh? My naughty niece getting off on Daddy's filthy mouth while we're run