Novel & Cerita Confession Of A Video Vixen Book

I felt a hand drag me from behind - it was Vivian- She dragged me into the janitor's changing room. "Viv, what's going on?" I asked, desperation evident in my voice. She hesitated, her gaze avoiding mine, before finally admitting, "It's nothing, Chels. Are you okay?" But her evasiveness only fueled my fear. "Vivian, please, what's going on?" I asked once more. With a heavy sigh, she handed me her phone, urging me to play the video. As the screen flickered to life, my heart sank at the sight before me—a video tape of me having sex, my moan echoing in pleasure as I was being banged. The whole video was compiled together including the one I had threesome. I staggered as my leg could no longer b

She’d become my own personal source of feminine hygiene products, books about sex, and revealing lingerie. Jax’s sexual appetite was insatiable, but I didn’t have any complaints. I’d taken it upon myself to learn everything I could about sex. I’d come to him as an innocent, fresh virgin. I was something else now, though. He called me a vixen and said it with a wink. I’d learned so much in such a short time on the sex front, and I was actually pretty proud of myself. “When was your last period, Selene?” Doctor Allen asked. He had a kind face and warm hands. He kept pressing around on my stomach.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

She batted her lash at me and bit on her bottom lip nervously waiting for my reply. “What can you do huh?” I said and began to walk closer to her. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing and why I was walking towards her but I just followed my instincts. She began to back away until her back touched the wall and I then successfully closed up on her. “Are you sure you have what it takes to do my bidding, little vixen?” I whispered into her ears, and my lips brushed her earlobes which made her shiver. “I have always had what it takes, but I’m sure you don’t, Adrian,” She pushed me away and glared at me, making me let out small hearty laughter.

“So what’s this about? You don’t barge into my studio just to annoy me.” “You’re right.” She lifted her iPad, tapping it once. “I came to tell you your Vixen’s been chosen for the Bad Habit video.” I didn’t look up from the soundboard. “Good for her.” Heather gave me a knowing look. “You might wanna care about this one.” “Why?” She hit play before answering. The screen lit up with the audition footage. Some woman, dark-haired, in a crop top that hugged her full breasts like a second skin and a skirt so short it rode up with every shift, barely covering the curve of her ass.

(Russian- Little Vixen) "You think you uncovered my secrets? No, little vixen. I allowed you into my world. I let you step into my trap."

His eyes roamed the page, smirk deepening, his fingers moving down to circle his covered wide tip. "Goddamn, Miss Voss." Voice low, and aroused. "All those your prim persona was all a façade. You're here with your thighs split open, your cunt hanging on for dear life by this massive dildo. Reading about a hoe being bred in a back alleyway by thugs." My neck heated. I reached out to yank the book from his hands. "Give....me that. Both of you get the hell out." I screamed. The movement just made the dildo push more into my cervix, cunt loudly releasing fresh juices.

She stormed out Angrily without picking the money as I had ordered. “Argh” I groaned, slamming the bedside lamp on the wall. She was the 4th bimbo I was picking in 2 nights and I barely made it to orgasm. All I could think about was her scent, her touch, the sound of her voice when she moaned , the innocence in her eyes with little but satisfying sexual appeal. I had to get that video out of Charis’ hand, and I knew I had to do it fast, because whether or not I was seeing Victoria, I didn't trust what she would do with the video.

The chemise pooled around her waist, and then, with a soft rustle, dropped to her lap. She was bare from the waist up. Her large, full breasts, unburdened by fabric, spilled forth, pale and luminous in the dim light filtering through the grille. They were heavy, high, their nipples now visibly erect, puckered into tight, sensitive points from the chill of the air and the searing heat of her own burgeoning desire. She instinctively tried to cross her arms, to cover herself, but his voice stopped her. "No, Sister. Do not hide. This is a confession, not a concealment. Let me see. Let me truly see the vessel of your desires."