Andrea Espada Porn Star Novels & Stories

Her hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, breath coming in those little gasps that made my blood rush south. I knew her. Not personally, but I'd jerked off to her videos more times than I cared to admit. Tiffany Voss. The Tiffany Voss—porn star who'd vanished from the industry six months ago amid some scandal. Here she was, next door, fucking her own fingers like she needed it bad. Her body tensed, thighs quivering as she came, a sharp cry escaping her lips. She didn't stop, riding it out, then slowing, chest heaving.

“That sounds quite interesting, Collins. Could you please tell me why you are suddenly afraid of Spencer?” I sighed… “I approached Spencer peacefully, to make up with him but what I saw in his warehouse was terrible. He captured Andrea Talker, thinking that she was the one who told us about the back gate. He tortured her in a way that I have never imagined, he even went as far as plucking out her thumbnail. Grandfather, I underestimated Spencer's capabilities but after what I saw, h realized that diving into it without precautions will only destroy not just my career but my life.”

Andrea hesitated, her eyes glimmering with surprise. Felicia looked at her, admiring the way Andrea's yoga attire accentuated her slim, elegant shape. Her skin was immaculately smooth and silky. Long legs, a petite waist, and almost unjustly exquisite contours. Andrea had no visible flaws and looked effortlessly gorgeous with her hair in a loose bun and no makeup. Males and females alike were forced to pause and gaze at her. Felicia couldn't help but look away as soon as she spotted her.

Andrea said while peering out the window from Sandy's kitchen, looking at the main cottage that they will rent out. "I hope so ... you know how much I need the money, right?" Andrea shrugged, "You know I can always lend you some money if you really need it." Sandy waved a dismissive hand, she never accepted her offer on that. "But John Brady, though!! God, I have wet dreams about that guy thousands of times! Or wait ... maybe I was masturbating over him thousands of times." Sandy was pouring her coffee, "Ewww," she added brown sugar. Andrea laughed, she was very open with her sexuality, she admitted that even though she wasn't in a relationship, she needed casual sex every now and then.

I closed my eyes and silently prayed that all of this was just a mistake and Vera is not Andrea, My phone was ringing, but I did not bother to answer it. It rang again, so I picked it up when I found out it was a call from a Private Investigator. "Hello", my voice cracked. "Sir, I gathered information about Andrea. I sent a picture of her in your email. Kindly check it, sir. Her real name is Vera Anderson and I think she is working with you in META. She stayed in Washington D.C. for two years so she was using the name "Andrea". She met your brother and had a relationship with him without knowing her true identity. I also found out from reliable sources that she had undergone a hymenoplasty.

she says. Andrea goes to the back of the box. My panties are still pulled down from where the man hit me with a paddle. Andres tears them off of me. "You will not be needing these, now that you are my breeder, whore," Andrea says. She smacks me on the ass. I hear Andrea slip on a glove. I feel her hand at my opening. I brace myself for her to invade me. As she starts to slide her hand into me to check to see if I am a virgin, Tia starts screaming and throwing a fit. Andrea stops.

It was like the real Andrea had stepped out of the building and a sex-crazed hermaphroditic replica had taken her place. “Stephanie, I’m sorry,” said Andrea. She climbed off the bed and dropped her cum-soaked skirt and blouse to the floor. Now she was naked except for a white bra. Her fat cock pointed upward at a sixty-degree angle, steadily dripping sperm on the carpet. “Um, that’s okay. It could have happened to anyone…” said Stephanie, edging towards the door. “No Stephanie, you don’t understand. I’m afraid I’m going to have to use this thing on you!” said Andrea sadly as she moved to block Stephanie’s escape route.

I slowly push it open and poke my head in. "Lizzy?" The door fully swings open. Andrea stands in front of me wearing the most sexy lingerie I have ever seen. It looked like was 2 sizes tight and revealed her bare butt and breasts. She had heavy make up on. Sure, Andrea was skinny but she had a massive butt and boobs almost as big as mine. "Hey. What're you looking for?", she asks. In her other hand, she holds a pink dildo. "Wrong room.Sorry",I turn around.I feel her hand on my shoulder.

They pointed out that her body was fleshier and healthier now, but that didn’t lessen her beauty. “Wow, now I know why Miss Andrea looks familiar… but not quite the intern of that traitor.” One of the directors knew that he had seen her somewhere, but he didn’t expect the woman to be the same person who plastered Monarch Delight’s watches on the internet. “Miss Andrea, you didn’t tell us you used to model for Superstar, too.”

All she needed to do was to read the first 20 pages to have a glimpse of what her past was like. Andrea's mother, Liliana, was a top model but missed out on a grand opportunity because she was pregnant with her and her husband, Andre, refused to allow her abort the child. Soon after, the agency cancelled her contract. Her husband was a manager at his best friend, Paulo's, company and insisted his wife then became more of a stay home mother since he didn't have the power to get her back into the industry.