Confession Of A Video Vixen Book Novels & Stories

When the woman took off her skimpy bikini revealing her pinkish and perky nipples, Phoenix swallowed an invisible lump in his throat. The air shifted, burning desire started to envelope his senses. He wanted those nipples on the pad of his tongue and he wanted to devour every inch of her breast. For the first time in his thirty years of existence, Phoenix felt an intense desire for a woman. A kind of desire he never felt before. Eve continued to dance on the stage, and when their eyes met, she winked at him. At that moment, Phoenix knew he was doomed. “Damn!” he cursed. He cupped the front of his baggy jeans, he’s housing a massive hard-on in a public place! “This is a fucking disaster!”

“Everything. The way he takes control. The way he… fucks.” His fingers hooked under my skirt, pushing it higher. “Specifics, Miss Hayes. This is literary theory. Details matter.” I spread my legs slightly, inviting. “In that one video, ‘Professor’s Pet,’ he bends the girl over the desk, spanks her until she’s red and begging, then fucks her throat until she gags. Then he… he fills her pussy, hard and deep, making her cum over and over.” His hand cupped my mound through my panties, feeling the dampness. “And you watch that? Touch yourself to it?”

He pulled out his phone and showed me the video of me on my knees in the library basement, moaning while he fucked me from behind. “Strip, Lila. Or this goes out tonight along with the first video.” God! What have I gotten myself into? Will this ever end? Tears burned my eyes as I started unbuttoning my shirt. The stranger watched every move. And when I was completely naked, he pointed at the desk. “Bend over.” I leaned over Elias’s desk, breasts pressed against the wood, ass out. He moved behind me and kicked my legs apart. “Such a beautiful traitor,” he whispered. “Now tell me… does Voss know you stole his most private journal for me?”

The collar clicked around her neck, followed by a soft hum in the headset. “You smell like library pages and heat,” he whispered into her ear. “Let’s make you readable.” The vibrator beneath the seat began to pulse. The other woman watched. Lips parted. Breathing shallow. “You’ll play by my rules,” he said. “No touching yourself. No closing your legs. Let her see what I do to you with just my voice.” Camille whimpered. The vibrations intensified. Her body arched. She clutched the edges of the seat. “Read the book next to you.”

She was good for club morale, apparently. 'Stop avoiding the topic.' Her wolf piped up in her subconscious, and Aimee was done. Hurling the cloth in the direction of the bar, she quickly undressed, unconcerned with her nakedness, and ignoring the titters from the rotters; she phased fluidly into Vixens form. Shaking out her ash-grey coat, Vixen bared her teeth in warning at the club whores and gave into the wild feeling plaguing her all day, racing into the night and surrendering to the call of the wild. After what seemed like hours, Vixen found her peace and finally relinquished control again. When Aimee opened her eyes, she wasn't really surprised to be standing at the lookout.

“I know you can’t wait anymore.” “Hands on your toes,” the man ordered. She giggled, but it was cut short by a loud whack. The woman let out a moan so loud that Vanessa wondered if she had no shame at all. What if someone else heard them like she did now? Or did people in Brooklyn not just give a fuck? “Yeah, daddy,” the woman was moaning. “Spank me just like that! I’ve been such a bad girl.” Vanessa could not take it anymore. She hastily took off her panties, careful not to attract the attention of the people in the other bathroom. As the woman’s moans echoed in the bathroom, she slipped a finger into her pussy as she imagined herself as the woman.

“It’s only going to get more challenging each day. So, the fastest way to climb the rankings is to have sex with the highest-ranking Alphas.” I didn’t respond, continuing to navigate through the school page. My eyes suddenly landed on a small black option at the very top of the homepage, nestled quietly within the navigation bar. Without a second thought, I pressed on it, but immediately regretted my impulsiveness. The room was filled with moans. “Ah, right there! Jaxon, fuck me harder please.” “You like that, you little slut?” A video played automatically, and it was of Jaxon and a woman that definitely wasn’t Sienna. It didn’t seem to be an edited video. It was raw footage, almost as if it

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, with a lithe little body that just never quit… and even though Cole had spent almost four years working with Vixen and appreciating her abundant charms, he’d never even once been tempted to take her to one of the back fuck rooms. In Satan’s, Vixen was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times, though Cole knew that to not be true, at all. What was true was that she had been the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s whore… and she owned that moniker, without shame. The woman was smokily and sexily hot, about that there was no doubt, and she had the brazen, aggressive, unpolishe

She clenched her fists as he sped up aiming for his release and with a loud growl, he hit his peak, shooting his seeds deep into her, filling her to the brim. Kevin pulled himself out of her, his cum dripping down her slit. He dropped his head on her chest, panting. Their hearts were beating at the same rate, deep breaths mingling and filling the silence. Emma sobbed and pressed her arms against her chest, her palms over her face, too ashamed and disgusted with herself. She lay motionless, allowing her body to recover from the climax. She felt him getting off her but fear consumed her once again as he began lifting her along with him and forced her to sit on him, her legs on the sides and hi