Alanah Pearce Porn Novels & Stories

"Turn on the camera. Now." She turned it on. The video call connected. The image became clear. Heitor was naked, in the bathroom. Wet hair, droplets running down his chest. His hand on his already hard penis, sliding slowly. "Damn... you really are a problem, Alana," he said, looking directly at her. "Show us," she asked, turning on the camera too. She was sitting on the bed, her shirt pulled up to her waist. Her legs were open. Her fingers were already circling her clitoris.

She brought both my underwear and trousers down making it pool by my legs giving her a full view. She started with my balls by massaging them then she palmed me. She brought her face close to my member, looked at me, and smiled before inserting my member into her mouth. Her mouth was hot, I closed my eyes and breathed out. She took all of me inside her mouth and brought my member back outside her mouth. She took it in and out, in and out continuously. I gripped her hair and pumped it into her mouth fast and hard. The mascara on her face was smeared due to her tears as a reflex action. I pumped into her mouth and she was massaging my balls with her left hand. I was moaning, my mouth formed a

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

"Why call on me, now? I am no longer under the employ of the police force, remember?" "People have died!" "Yes; that is, generally speaking, what people do." Richard sat back in his chair, his large arms drooping over the rests. He did not glance up, but looked very much like a man who has been forced into the irritating position of begging his younger brother for a large favour. "His royal highness' wife. Princess Stella." He grudgingly said at last, glaring into the fire. "She was found this morning, same as all the others: asphyxiated, tongue…missing."

deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina! Get in girl.