Confessions Of A Video Vixen Novelas e Histórias

“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.”

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.

“There's no shame in it but she doesn't want to accept the truth. When Xavier found out, he wasn't very happy. And she blames me. She said she'll kill me when she gets the chance. I'm begging you, save my life. Get her arrested and make sure she faces charges. She hates me. The link to one of her videos is on my I*******m. You can check it out. Help me tell Xavier to protect me. I don't want to die. Help me.” Then she started crying again. The first thing I did was to go over to her I*******m and watch the video. My hands were shaking, my head was clear and my fingers were cold as the video loaded and I kept reassuring myself that I had never done anything worthy of being considered a cam gi

But this. This was different. My fingers had froze, and my eyes stayed glued to the video ad. On it was a woman on her knees, surrounded by men. Their bodies closed in around her, she had a cock in her mouth, two in her hands, another buried in her pussy and one more in her ass. I suddenly felt breathless, and my body hot. As a respected professor, I knew I should close the pop-up and return back to my lecture notes. But I wasn't thinking, something else... something sinful had taken over my mind. And like a mindless robot, with trembling hands and a fast beating heart, I clicked it.

His face blanched, fear in his eyes as I played the video. The video showed him in a hotel room with another woman and they were having sex. From the foreplay to the BDSM shit he was doing to her. In the middle of the video, the woman left and soon another woman walked into the room. Adrian looked at the video in shock. “How did you get this?” He choked out. I ignored him, laughing. “This is really funny,” I let out. “Who knew that Adrian Steele was into this type this?” “I said how you got this video?” he ground out.

"Oh god… yes… right there…" The woman’s hand moved faster, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit. Her breasts bounced with every shuddering breath. The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filled the quiet kitchen. Lila’s thighs pressed together tightly. That strange, aching heat from last night returned with a vengeance, flooding between her bare legs. Her nipples tightened painfully against the thin sundress. Without thinking, her free hand drifted down, pressing lightly over the fabric right where the ache was worst. The woman in the video cried out, legs shaking as she came hard. The sight was shocking. Mesmerizing. Dirty.

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

Suddenly,I heard a sound in the hallway which made me frese. "Vixen…I think someone is in the faculty lounge." I whispered, as my heart raced when I heard a door slam. Someone was definitely there. "Stay quiet then." She murmured as she drove her hips forward. The thick toy went deep inside me and stretched my tightness to their absolute limit. A muffled cry escaped from my mouth as my boobs were now pressed against the glass mirror. I looked very obscene at that moment wth my hands bound behind my back as Vixen grabbed my hair and pulled it back, forcefully making me watch as she penetrated me. Drops of saliva ran down my mouth as she pounded me.

“I can assume it’s the same for you, Tyrith.” What did that have to do with anything? I nodded. It was one of things ruts and heat had in common. The sexual desire grew to the point where its victim would lose their minds. If one was not careful, they would do the most shameful acts with the worst people. Back in college, one of the omegas in my lecture went into heat and slept with a professor. They were both ashamed of their actions. We could see it on their faces. Eventually, the professor resigned and moved elsewhere. The omega transferred. Heat and rut never cared who their victims slept with as long as they slept with the nearest affected person. We had to deal with the repercussions a