Adam Sandler Drip Novels & Stories

The chilled breeze slowly finds its way inside my office. I was waiting for Francois to finish his work, then he would drive me home for our casual sex rendezvous. My phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. "Yes, it's Adriana." I let my words hang, for the other person on the other line to continued the conversation. "Sorry yes, this is Alexander Davis. I got your card from Drew. He said to call you and fix me with a date?" Oh, his voice was smooth like butter. It's so rich, deep, and deliciously sexy.

she inquired with her heart pounding. Adam is surprised to hear that Ivy knows about his father. John Sandler is very popular, but not everyone knows about his designs. He only designs for celebrities and his designs are limited edition. "Yes. You know my father?" he asked with surprise. Ivy gave him a sad smile. She miss her mentor. She is sad to hear that someone killed her mentor brutally.

“I want to see you come all over yourself for me.” That does it. A few more rough strokes and I’m groaning her name, hips jerking as I spill hard. Thick ropes of cum paint my stomach and chest, mixing with the water and washing down in streaks. I keep stroking through it, milking every last drop while my body shudders, eyes never leaving the screen. I lean my forehead against the cool tile for a second, catching my breath as the water rinses me clean. When I finally look back at the phone, Dre’s smiling that satisfied little smile, her eyes softer now.

Hearing his voice alone had been enough to get me back to square one, the masculine bass that vibrated into my ear filled me with need. “Speak…. Speaking.” I stuttered, imagining every possible case scenario where this man, whose face I haven’t even seen, was fucking and whispering dirty words in my ear. “Okay, great. I’m Benjamin from Drip Doctor.” He said, and I let out a throaty moan, realizing how embarrassing that must be, I immediately cleared my throat. Drip Doctor? That’s actually fitting because he’s making me all drippy now and I can’t wait to put a face to the voice.

one regular typed. But I only had eyes for him. DaddyD. The username that had been tipping me stupid money for the last three months. Tonight he’d already dropped two grand, and the private show had barely started. My fingers trembled as I typed back, voice soft and breathy for the camera. “You like what you see, Daddy?” His reply popped up instantly, bold and commanding like always: DaddyD: I want you to ride that pillow like it’s my cock. Slow. Show me how desperate you’d get for me.

"Damn! She looks so innocent, but her behavior is so scandalous. Wasn't she the one from that livestream? What a slut. When do I get a turn?" "She's basically for sale. Pay her enough, and she's yours. She pulled every trick in the book to wind up in Mr. Sadler's bed. I heard that she even drugged him just to sleep with him." "Yeah. Mr. Sadler said so himself. Anyone who pays 100 credits in the next livestream can sleep with that whore!" My hands trembled as I tried to turn off my phone. That's when Adrian's call came in. He let out a scornful laugh and sneered, "Why aren't you speaking, Molly Reed? Are you mute? You were really loud in those videos."

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??