Romans & histoires Confession Of A Video Vixen Book

" Ruby blinked at him innocently as she nodded her head in affirmation. As they were about to leave, I held back my pain to hit my head desperately against the table corner and was finally able to create some noise. Connor looked over at me. I was close to dying. Ruby stood in front of Connor coyly, and her cherry lips pouted. "She's the vixen who wanted to seduce you. You shouldn't even be looking at her. It would only disgust you." When Connor saw my disheveled clothes, he raised his hand to wave the bodyguards in with repulsion. "Get rid of anyone unimportant."

​I looked at the TV, and my jaw dropped. It was a sex video and the people in it weren't p**n actors. It was Vince's girlfriend, Chloe. She was completely naked and propped up on her knees in a deep doggy-style position. ​Gerald was positioned beneath her, holding her hips tightly and brutally driving his c*ck into her dripping p*ssy. At the same time, Hunter was knelt behind her, forcing his thick shaft deep into her ass. Chloe’s head was thrown back as she moaned but silenced when Vince knelt directly in front of her, shoving his own c*ck straight down her throat. Ralph was probably the one recording, capturing every single angle of the three of them ruining her.

She then returns to the sitting area. Vixen waves her hand, making the tray of tea disappear before dropping a very thick and very heavy tome on the small table, making Amity jump. Vixen pays her no mind as she then sits down and holds her hands over the tome, speaking in the language of the witches. The tome suddenly flies open and the pages flick fast, stopping at one page before moving to another. It does this a few times before coming to a stop. Vixen’s eyes go wide once more as she reads what is on the page. She then looks at Amity and says,

“Please, I need to cum.” “Not yet.” His eyes are dark, predatory, nothing like the gentle priest I’ve watched at mass. “You wanted to confess, little lamb. So confess. Tell me everything you’ve done while thinking about me.” “I touched myself.” I’m squirming in his lap, desperate for friction he won’t give me. “Every night after mass.” “How?” His fingers move just slightly inside me, a tease. “Show me what you did.” “I have things. In my bedroom.” My face heats even as my body throbs. “Things I used while thinking about you.”

Roslyn plead looking at David with so much pity. “I’ll go call the doctor,” said the nurse, making her way to the exit. Roslyn stirred, and she wished her mother was here with her. She could’ve known what to do. She went to a seat beside David with her bible clutched to her chest. Her hands tremble as she tried to open the scripture, and she kept flipping the pages. “Please drop that book and help me here I’m losing my mind.” David cried out for help. “I feel your pain, deah, but the only thing I can do is to pray for ya; I want ya to believe that God can help ya reduce the pains you’re passing through.”

I grasp her waist obsessed as though I was going to imprint the image of her going up and down in my memory forever. “You naughty pussy, you like that, don’t you?” I tease her, rubbing her clit while simultaneously thrusting harder with every passing second. Her breath is laboured. She looks at me. I raise my arm and she starts licking my finger. She wants to suck. With one hand on my abs, she goes down enjoying herself like a vixen. “This huge cock...how can someone’s cock be this perfect for my hole? hmmm..slurp...I missed that.” she moans

Is he playing and watching? The whip hits again causing me to moan, as her fingers once again slide across my breasts, the feel of the pinwheel digging into my side as it glides down. I feel the smoothness of something running along my body, like the end of a wand, the vibrations starting as it reaches my navel making me jump as the whip hits again, the wand moving down and stopping at my clit. The vibrations travel around my body as the whip hits again, moans escaping my mouth, my mind picturing Marcus, as much as I am enjoying this, it is wrong. "Red" My voice is quiet as everything stops, too late to change my mind now, I feel someone standing in front of me.

She was making it extremely difficult. Vixen placed a soft kiss on the side of my mouth and then shoved my face into her boobs. She giggled as I kissed her smooth skin and softly bit onto one of her nipples. I pulled away before a bouncer suspected anything, and Vixen moved her soft lips to my neck. She sucked and nibbled onto my neck as her hips grinded against me simultaneously. She felt so good close to me and moaned into my ear. I could feel myself starting to lose control, and sensations ran up my shaft. I groaned as I cummed in my underwear.

If the noises that Iris heard coming from the rooms were any indication, Vixen clearly enjoyed whatever had happened in there with the guys: she possessed genuine strength in her sexiness, her sexuality, and it was something that Iris didn’t understand. She’d never found any power in sex; quite the opposite actually. Vixen’s brash, brazen revelling in being openly, confidently sexual confused Iris, even scared her a bit. The thought that she could actually enjoy a man being all around her, all over her, inside her, was alien. She didn’t think it could ever happen for her.

She began to type, her fingers flying over the keys. “Entry One: A new confession. I read the story of my own desires today. I gave them voice. I came to their symphony of shame and power. And I understand now. These are not fantasies of what others might do to me. They are fantasies of what I have the capacity to experience. They are mine. I own them.” She paused, a sly, knowing smile touching her lips. The memory of her attic climax throbbed between her legs, a pleasant, spent ache.