Anna Cherry Onlyfans Novels & Stories

"Four years ago I was stripping my way through residency and crying into ramen. Now I have a club AND a medical practice AND two million followers who think I'm hot." "Two point three million." He freezes. "You know my follower count?" "Scarlett did research." "Oh no." "She found the OnlyFans." "Oh NO." "The comments are... creative." "Those comments are from—" He waves his hand. "—enthusiastic people. VERY enthusiastic. Some of them need hobbies. Real hobbies." "'Doctor Daddy' seems popular." "OKAY." He grabs my arm. Starts pulling me through the crowd. "We're going upstairs. Right now. To the VIP section. Where there are fewer witnesses to my humiliation."

His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as I logged in. “Read it out loud,” he ordered. My voice trembled. “I’m deleting my OnlyFans… effective immediately. Thank you for the support, but this chapter is closed.” I hit the button to deactivate. The confirmation screen appeared. It felt final. Scary. Liberating. “Good girl.” Damien’s praise sent a fresh wave of heat through me. One of his hands moved between my legs from behind, fingers gliding through my soaked folds. “So wet for me. You liked being spanked over my knee, didn’t you?”

Be seductive. "Hmm, are you related to Jasmine Young Adana?" Cherry bats her eyelash. She is aware that Gold the soloist's son, but she still wants to hear him say it. The golden boy is right. Cherry is the easiest one to please. It's obvious that she's attracted to Gold. "She's my mother...."

To deal with my frustration, I decided to stick to my usual routine. Back in England, after every uninspiring night with Heather, I’d pull out my phone and log into OnlyFans to watch my favorite creator, Regina Khalifa. She was an anonymous superstar, always wearing a signature blonde wig with pink stripes and a signature white pantomime mask. She was known for her incredible curves and a voice that could make a man lose control in seconds. I stood up, suddenly needing a bottle of water and some air. I crept out into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As I passed a bedroom, I heard it. A muffled, rhythmic sound.

I was busy playing with his hair, keeping my fingers engaged as he ate me out and fiddled with my breasts. I loved the feeling, it reminded me of the old days we used to have sex and give each other orals. Out the blue, I get an idea to post this scene to my followers. I admit that I've left them dry of action for several months together. I felt bad for my Fandom. Hence, this counts as fan service and I could make some pocket money out of it too. "Can we record this, please? Record me." I ask Aaron. I believed he still has his camera skills intact. Without a word said again, he sets up the camera as it aligned to my vagina. He places himself back onto my pussy, eating me out.

Lucy nervously adjusted her skimpy lingerie as she waited backstage, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. At just 19 years old, she had never even considered doing p**n, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Her college tuition was due, and her part-time job barely covered rent. When the opportunity to be in an adult film presented itself, she jumped at the chance, despite having no experience in the industry or with anal sex.

"My cousin makes like six hundred a month from these simps on her onlyfans. Got to quit her part-time at KFC." "And Dana's not even hot. Major cottage cheese thighs," added Taylor. "Cassie, you could make fuckin' bank. Especially if you got Mr. C to fuck you on camera. Simps pay out the ass for that shit, watching a wholesome little schoolgirl twat like yours get buttered." I cleared my throat. "Now I have to be a porn star, too?" Abbie patted my leg as on-screen Cassie was being tapped on the shoulder, her time winding down. "They wouldn't have to see your face, C-dawg. You'd just be a lucky dude with an awesome cock."

she pouted, "but you have to drive." Lucy pulled her fingers out of her pussy and pushed them under Cherry's nose. Cherry breathed in deeply. "I w-want to be doing that, too," Cherry said in a small voice. Lucy could see Cherry's nipples struggling against the leather of her halter top. With a wicked grin on her face, she pushed a hand through the hole at the front and rubbed pussy juice over Cherry's straining nipple. "Oh, g-god!" Cherry groaned. "We're almost there."

Like her body was giving in to something it always wanted. That can’t be right. I’m the pervert here. She was probably just seeking comfort after being dumped again. She stopped walking as we got to the steps. Cherry turned, and I tried not to notice that her top was now covering just her nipples. That thing barely covered her breast to begin with. I got a clear view of her tattoos for the first time. She has two under her breast. The right one said ‘full of milk,’ and the left said ‘daddy’s favorite.’

He yanked it down, and she stepped out of it. "Ah, uh... Darian... Uh" She panted as he drew her legs apart with his and acquainted his fingers with her clit. She was moist, well sated and ready to be well used. Her wetness covered his finger as he slapped against her core, earning little cries of pleasure from her. "Whose pussy is this, Cherry?" "Y- yours... It's yours, Darian." "Whose?" He teased as he slipped a finger into her tight core. She breathed laboriously as he finger fucked her.