Celebrity Smut Novelas e Histórias

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Lena stood near the window. Zayden stood behind her, arms crossed, watching the room like it might betray them. Then suddenly A notification popped up on his phone. He frowned. Opened it. His expression changed instantly. Lena noticed. “What is it now?” Zayden didn’t answer immediately. Then he turned the screen toward her. A headline draft. Not published yet. But ready. “BILLIONAIRE ZAYDEN VALE SPOTTED WITH UNKNOWN WOMAN — PREGNANCY RUMORS SURFACE”

She came with a muffled scream, squirting a little onto the sheets, body convulsing as she kept fucking herself through it. She collapsed, panting, pulling the dripping dildo out and sucking it clean for the camera. “Thank you for watching Mommy cum. Tip if you want more. Next time… maybe I’ll show you how I taste after a real fucking.” She ended the recording, uploaded it with the caption: “ASlimySlut’s sloppy afternoon stretch 💦 Who wants to breed this divorced pussy?”, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied.

He momentarily removed his expert fingers, bringing them towards my nose so I could smell my feminine fluids. What he did next was even weirder, he popped his wet fingers into my mouth and almost immediately I started slurping on it. Heightened by the scent, I was intrigued to know what my juices taste like. The smell of woman, of sex, drove me crazy! I lapped my cum like a thirsty traveller, sucking every last drop as though my life depended on it. I found myself slowly swallowing his fingers deeper moaning as if to simulate a blowjob. I would have done anything to quench that almost annoying desire that was burning deep within my pussy.

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

My heart was thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I needed a distraction. I needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of being a prisoner in the same pack my father once ruled. I gently lay on one side of the bed, raising my silk dress just enough for my panties to be visible. I slowly slipped my index finger beneath my panties slightly brushing my clits enough to make a slight moan escape my lips. I flung my head back in derived pleasure. I massaged my clits in slow circles. My nipples grew bigger and hardened under my touch.

Emily sat on the bed and opened her phone’s browser, finally seeing what had made Amanda so furious— “Lucas, do you know how dirty your makeup artist is?” This topic was trending on the front page. With Lucas’s rising fame, any mention of his name drew massive traffic, and this post had drawn a large audience using his popularity. But the content was even more sensational than the title. The opening featured multiple images of sexual acts. Due to the lighting and angle, only the woman’s side profile was visible. She was kneeling between a man’s legs, performing oral s.ex. The man looked like a gangster.

"Well. I'd have to say meet you in heaven, but an ugly jerk like you can't get in because you humiliated me that day.' I spit harshly and rolled my eyes. Samuel had embarrassed me at the studio where I worked a few months before, and the reason for him to humiliate me was because I was behaving strangely. He had videoed me while I was attempting to apply makeup on myself and posted it online with the title 'A weirdo wants to try modeling.' I've avoided Samuel since that day, and he was also the first to post the video of me on the day I tripped on the stage while practicing my walking step. Currently! Mister Handsome was just staring at Samuel and me, not saying anything. "Who deleted that m

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. "You'll love this one." Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis's darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. "I'll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the 'debutante' comment." I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. "Where is that thong?"