Akbar V Sextape Novels & Stories

"All right..." "Ahm... and I was forgetting... as the first time, it may lack courage for both of you, so a little beer and aphrodisiacs should help... unfortunately I don't have aphrodisiacs here," he said looking around, "in short you can try any other position that you find comfortable for both of you, and don't forget...your partner has to be relaxed and ready to take you..." "Okay…” Archie nodded, “thanks so much for your attention,” he said getting to his feet.

She even forgot about her flat stomach. “Saka what are you doing?” Aruna approached. “Don’t come any closer.” Saka backed away in disgust. “Keep a safe distance. I don’t want to be near a corpse like you.” Aruna put her hands together. “I’m sorry. I just made a mistake. I had sex with him because you never touched me.” Saka yawned lazily. “Where is your fetus? Can it be born that quickly. Even just disappear without giving birth?”

Instead, my pussy clenched hard, another trickle of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Victor stepped closer, towering over me. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have evidence of just how much of a filthy slut you really are.” He nodded over to Jax, who tapped his laptop. The massive screen on the wall flickered to life. My stomach dropped, cunt flooded, a whirlwind of emotions started brewing in my head as old videos start playing. Clips from my wild college days. Me on my knees, moaning like a whore while sucking cock. Another where I was bent over a desk, getting fucked hard from behind, begging for more.

“Reyna’s in the box like a good little gift.” Gasps rippled through the church. Jade’s face went white. “Turn it off! That’s not…” But it kept playing. More men joining in. Jade getting passed around, begging for more while they covered her in cum. Then the clip shifted to my father, Senator Briggs, pressed against the wall with Mrs. Calloway, her tits out, moaning as he fucked her standing up. “Your married pussy feels so good,” he grunted. “Take it just like old times.”

Something in me said not to open it, but I clicked anyway. A row of videos loaded. I tapped the first one. The screen went bright, and then the movement started. I almost lost my breath. My chest locked up. My fingers shook so hard I almost dropped the iPad. It was a sex clip. And it was Mark. And Lila.

He knew he was kinky, but he was treading on sick fuck levels of fuckery. “That’s my good baby girl. A little taste of your reward, though you will have much more to answer for before this is over.” He leaned forward and gently let his hot breath run over her quivering pale thighs until he opened her nether lips and blew on her heated flesh. It caused Tara to buck and cry out in an age old, excited response. Quivering, she settled back down, panting. Abby watched as she struggled with her new master. Screaming in jealous anger and clawing at him. Clearly Abby thought it should be her in there with his mouth on her pussy!

He muttered to himself. The next day, the story was printed with a large picture of Theodore. Theodore was in Portugal when he received the news. Natalie was having breakfast when the news was broken to her that Theodore was on Page Six. She opened the newspaper and read the headline “The Forbidden Billionaire’s Dirty Little Secret” Maybe the world can learn new synonyms now. For Mr. Theodore Gilbert is the forbidden billionaire and Miss Natalie Greene is his dirty secret.

Abby had solid faith that Max had used his Jason Bourne skill set to escape, and it was time for them to catch up on Khalid’s head start. Viktor was not an attractive giant, with his crooked nose nestled between beady eyes. Abby ran eyes down his steroid-soaked body, noting his position as he dozed with legs stretched out. No one paid her much heed, thinking she wasn’t going anywhere. Wrong. She was about to go somewhere called ape-shit. Hurricane style.

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

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