Bubble Gum Valeria Novels & Stories

She smirks, and slowly, she pumps her hand back and forth, stroking my entire length, watching me throw my head back with the pleasure she’s giving me. But as though that’s not enough, she slides off my desk and gets on her knees, holding my cock against her lips as she slowly flicks her tongue on my tip and tastes me. “Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes. “Take me inside you.” Valeria swirls her tongue around my tip, and slowly, she closes her mouth over it, gently moving back and forth, taking more and more with every turn, until her lips are closing around my shaft and milking me with a deliberate pace that’s driving me insane.

A few minutes passed as I continued tosquirm around, whilst also studying the current restraintsI was in. Hearing Alex walk back into the room, I forced my head up to look at him. In one hand, he held a glass of ice. In the other, a burning candle. “Fuck!” An amusing smirk played across his face as he brought the candle to his nose. Getting a whiff of the familiar scent, I soon realized that it was reminiscent of Alex's cologne. Amber, musk, leather, and traces of citrus-the sensual aroma lingered throughout the room.

“How the hell did it even start?” Valerie ignored him as she reached for the bottle of Merlot and filled her glass. She drained half of it, the dry taste of blackberries and cocoa blanketing her tastebuds as she swallowed. After refilling the glass again, she turned and leaned back on the counter, holding the glass in front of her as she draped an arm across her waist. “Do you really want to know the dirty details of my life?”

I stayed behind with Austin. Five minutes later, Valeria finally emerged from the fitting room in something that made my jaw drop. It was white, yes, but it was also covered in so many ruffles that she looked like a marshmallow that had been attacked by a flock of angry birds. The sleeves were enormous, puffy, and absolutely ridiculous. "What do you think?" Valeria asked, spinning slowly. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Austin stared. His face was blank, like his brain had shut down to protect itself.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.

Now let's go before I give up. MARK ''Well, moved this place. Just like Valeria told me, the concentration of the Carioca ballad'' I speak with a smile. ''Who is Valeria? You can start looking for your suitor; she must be lost somewhere. Something tells me you're going to need a lot of time, so how about you buy me a DRI; she and their arrears numerous women here, that's right. '' Valeria is a person I met. My phone beeps, and I look. I give you a malicious smile. ''HAHAHA, but you're right. I'm going to get a drink.'

She gushed, making me blush at the praise. “Judah.” Karina waved him over and surprisingly he relented to her easily. He takes the extra plate of pasta, elegantly eating while his eyes are glued to the show. “Did you bring my favourite?” his question directed to Karina. She grins cheekily, pulling out the bag of sour gummies. “Don’t ever doubt my skills.” Valeria whirls around, flashing a half-grin. “What about me?” Karina raises a challenging brow. “You have no preferences; you love anything sweet.”

The tallest girl turned, sleek dark hair catching the light as she met Ingrid’s gaze with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Ingrid,” Valeria said, drawing out the syllables like they tasted foreign. “Good morning.” “What’s all the fuss about?” Ingrid asked, rising slightly from her seat to lean toward their table, her tone casual, even playful. “You’ve been chirping about something for the last ten minutes. Enlighten us commoners, won’t you?” Valeria arched a perfectly shaped brow, her lips curving in a slow smirk. “You didn’t hear?” she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief.

“Valeria, I can’t — I need to come — please let me come —” Valeria leaned down and kissed her deeply, swallowing every desperate whimper. When she pulled back, her smile was pure devotion. “Oh, my sweet witch. You will come. Many, many times. But only when I decide you’ve suffered enough for me.” She removed the egg and replaced it with a much thicker, curved dildo enchanted to expand slightly once inside. Then she mounted Giselle’s face, lowering her own soaked pussy onto the witch’s mouth while reaching back to fuck Giselle’s cunt with the toy in long, deep strokes.

Searching desperately through her bag, Valeria looked at her feeling more powerful than she already was. And just when Elena was able to find the inhaler in her things, Valeria didn't hesitate a second longer and snatched it out of her hands while the teasing smile was still on her. “Please... please, I beg you, ma'am... please,” she said feeling that this minute would be her last. Throwing the inhaler with all her might into the stables, Valeria grabbed Elena by the neck about to choke her. “Please, madam, do it for your grandson in my belly....”