Ally Lotti Hot Novels & Stories

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han

The Obsidian black Mercedes S650 which Amelia rode to church the other day pulled right in front of Mrs Steels just outside the front porch. Dressed in sky blue BOTTEGA VENETA Patent Stretch Leather Dress, paired with AMELIE BERTRAND's handbag from Louis Vuitton's ARTYCAPUCINE collection, a dark Gucci sunglasses and a black Christian Louboutin heels, Amy was ready for the day. Her hair which was styled in a messy bun sitting inches just above the nape of her neck spoke more of 'simple and classy'.

Lotti growled at her. If she didn’t swear to her mother that she’d never use her powers in front of others, she could easily take her on, like the disgusting fly that Lotti was! “Aren’t you getting sick of this routine, Lottie? Now you’re harassing another one,” she scoffed at her. “Yeah, scums like you, Min, abound so much in the city, so I ought to clean it!” She gritted her teeth. She really hated Lotti to the core.

Direct Lau. "The name of our game is 'truth or dare or shot'" said Direct Fortes enthusiastically. "I thought it was a body shot!" Lotlot suddenly whispered. "You already know how you act Lotlot! You're really gay!" his gay colleague disobeyed him. And we all laughed again. A a few hours later, we did a lot of nonsense games, Jen and Karmi dare to choose so they always dared a body shot with Lotlot and dance. Lotlot's face is very priceless because while he was being shot and danced by two women, his face was disgusted and he still looked like he had diarrhea.

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

Matty’s face scrunched, “The Mayor is going to take Lotte away?” Romy looked amused, “Oh, that’s right… You guys take on more than one wife… Damn Pologamists!” The woman’s piercing gaze fell on Lila and Alana. “What a delightful little piece of information I just came across.” Levi, ignoring the tension in the room, moved toward Lotte with his cell phone out. The boy snapped a quick picture and then leaned forward to show her what everyone else was seeing. “It’s pretty, right?”

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

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Lilly laughed as she wiggled her dress back down into place. Lilly and I soaked in the jacuzzi for a while after we got back to the suite. I loved watching her huge tits bob up and down in the warm bubbling water while we talked and gently petted one another. Lilly confided that she would be agreeable to sharing me with Betty if Betty would be okay with that. I told Lilly that with any luck I might be able to convince Betty to share more than just me. “You mean...her and me...getting it on?” Lilly gasped with curiosity. “The three of us together could be really hot,” I told her with a grin.

I just wasn't interested in anything else. All the aromas sweeping past my nose from the freshly baked chocolate Eclairs, or doughnuts, as well as the strong sweet smell of the caramel latte I was desperate to order, had vanished. The only thing I craved now was Nate. I wanted the taste of his sweet, soft lips; the aroma of his masculine scent; and the heat from his touch. He was my own personal caramel latte that I wanted to drink up a thousand times a day. All day, every day.