Bend Her Novels & Stories

It made me think of a seductress enjoying a sexual session so much that she can't even scream, but can only tilt her head backward, looking up and moaning in pleasure. My gaze moved irrevocably to the front of her dress, where the fabric clung to her curves, in a way I loved. And I couldn't help admiring her all over again. She dropped the dumbbells on the ground and lifted her hand to smoothen her hair to the back, and that slight movement clearly defined her body's features. The black top she was wearing hugged her tightly and something tightened in me.

she replied, her voice tinged with tension. Ariana's eyes gleamed with interest as she extended her hand towards Susan. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Susan," she said, her tone carrying a sense of warmth and hospitality. Susan reciprocated the handshake, feeling a surge of gratitude for the opportunity that lay before her.

She tilts her head to the side and raises her brows too, also daring me. I smirked. Why does she like going against me? I thought her B&B (Biker Bitch) character is gone but turns out it hasn't. Hmm, two can play this game. I folded my arms and nod towards my trunk, silently telling her to go on. Few seconds passed, my smile widens when I saw her hesitating.

She had me hard with one gaze. “I liked watching you dance.” She looked away, and her chest moved faster than before, showing how much I affected her. It only increased her appeal. I knelt and hooked a finger under her chin. “Will you dance for me?” Say yes, please. “Ah…I…” “Please.” Pearly white teeth caught her plump lip, nipping it. “Okay,” she whispered. After the initial hesitation, she began to dance slowly. Her hips moved in a steady rhythm as her shapely legs tapped in a choreographed tempo. She was a gifted dancer, I’d give her that. When her hips rotated, my heart did a flip.

She adds on and I look at her for a moment before I climb on the stage. "Bend your back!" She says with so much command that I didn't know when I lowered my back. "Set that your butt well!" She points at my butt and I bend lower not knowing what to do. "What in the world are you doing? Is that what I said?!" She yells at me. I try again to do as she says but only ends setting my butt like I want to dance a traditional dance. I hear her sigh. "Everything was going smoothly just now! Do you have to ruin it?"

She asked as she bent down and tried to search for the utensils, I glared at Ashton and Roman which they quickly looked away and whistled quietly. Why is she bending her firm ass in front of guys? I don't mind if it's only me, but she's surrounded around males. I don't want her to do that, only in front of me, where I could take her anywhere. What the fuck Rhyker? "Found them!" She exclaimed and took them out, she pulled a hair tie out of her wrist and put her hand up in a ponytail, leaving some strands of her hair cupping her gorgeous face, very adorable.

The air was charged with anticipation, and I found myself leaning forward, drawn to her magnetic presence. She smirked, recognizing the effect s mehe had on me. Slowly, she withdrew her finger, glistening with her own desire, and held it up for me to see. My breath caught in my throat, a silent plea hanging between us. She began pushing her finger in and out of her cunt and my breath paused.

Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, her arms break as well, into three parts, it seems. They bend behind her at the shoulders, then bend forward at the elbows, while her hands are bent at the wrists to lay flat down against her forearm. The position of her arms behind her reminds him of scissor doors opening on a Lambo. Chad winces as her arms seem to absorb into themselves and she lets out a ragged moan as her eyes go black. Her hair appears to be growing into her out rather than out, but as it does, hair sprouts up along her body, as her body slowly contorts itself.

"Bend over," he ordered, pressing between her shoulder blades until her ass lifted high. Her skirt rode up around her waist, panties damp and clinging. She shook her head, twisting, trying to straighten up, but he pushed her back down hard. She kicked once, heels slipping on the carpet, her arms shoving uselessly against the mattress. His weight held her firm, no match for his grip.

Never breaching, just hovering—right on the edge of too much. Candy moaned—quiet, confused, aroused. Her body pressed backward, offering more than she meant to. Her hands trembled. Her thighs clenched. “You’re a mess,” Bri murmured. Not mocking. Not tender. Just observant. Intimate. “You were made for this. To bend. To obey. To burn.” Candy shook her head, barely able to speak. “N-no… I'm a good girl.” The words came out slurred and low as she clung to Bri harder, breaths haggard.