Confessions Of A Video Vixen の小説・ストーリー

"I'm completely lost and confused, everything around me seems to be in chaos, and I can't make sense of it—" "Artemis, you are a despicable and shameless prostitute! Your behavior is so shameful that it is causing disgrace to the entire group. Your profession is nothing but that of a prostitute whore! What the fuck is this!?" Her mother exclaimed. As her mother showed her the video spreading like wildfire online, titled “Sin,” I longed to confess to her that the blame rested solely on my shoulders.

She shoved the dildo as deep as it would go and held the vibrator mercilessly against her swollen clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. Only then did she switch everything off and collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving, thighs shiny with her own cum. For a long moment, she just lay there, naked, spent, and glowing with shame and satisfaction. Then she picked up her phone. The red light was still blinking. The video had captured everything. Emma’s hands shook as she opened her messages, found Marcus’s contact, and attached the video. Her thumb hovered over the send button for several agonizing seconds. “Fuck it,” she whispered.

she asked as she delivered a swift lick to my slippery entrance. Her finger drove hard into my hole, making my body tremble. “Why yessss!” I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips. “Because I always knew you were a slut, and the first video that awakened you was all orchestrated by me,” she confessed. My eyes widened as the words lodged in my throat. The next thing I knew, she had her head buried between my thighs. Instead of processing the revelation, my body shook with ecstasy as my hand flew to her head.

Slick sounds filled the quiet chamber—wet, obscene, desperate. “I confess,” she gasped, voice trembling. “I confess… I want him. I want Kaelen. I want my best friend’s father to fuck me. I want him to ruin me.” The confession spilled from her lips like a dam breaking. Relief and shame crashed over her in equal measure. She sank to her knees on the rug, gown pooling around her hips, thighs spread wide as she fucked herself with two slick fingers. Her other hand pinched and rolled her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit.

Leah was still blaming Jasmine. "Leah, just once! Don't look at others; look at yourself. All of us who work here are cheap women. There is no such thing as a respectable woman, even though we are in VIP. We are just like them; we can get HIV." Anya sat down weakly. She didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. The point was that she was tired of Leah's attitude, which had changed since Jasmine's arrival.

Vixen➡ Hey, Johnson, nice dick you have, I watched as you fucked the life out of Sophia, its really big, Can I see it? . Johnson ➡ Stop vixen, this is not the place..... . Vixen➡ Nonsense, besides we have lots of time to spare, and these ladies too want to see it. . Johnson ➡ No way, besides I'm spent. . Vixen➡ Okay suit urself, beside you will show it at the party, but before we reach there, here's a little something that will boost ur energy. . Johnson ➡ What's that? .

​The large television mounted above the fireplace flickered to life. ​Elena’s face filled the screen. ​“My name is Elena Rojas… I was paid… Sebastian Vane hired me…” ​Vane stared at the screen, his mouth slightly open. He watched the confession. He watched his entire plan crumble in high definition. ​When the video ended, the silence in the room was deafening. ​Vane turned to me. The fear was there now, hiding behind the rage. ​“That video…” he stammered. “That hasn’t been released. I check the feeds. It’s not online.”

I tapped it open without thinking much at first figuring it was probably her texting to keep arguing or tell me off for being an asshole earlier in the hall when Mom and Dad made us do the whole contact swap thing but what loaded up wasn’t text it was a video and the thumbnail made my stomach twist because it looked like skin and her face and I hit play before I could even process what the hell I was looking at. There she was in what had to be her room lights low shorts pushed down around her ankles legs spread just enough and her fingers moving between them slow at first circling and then dipping in with these wet sounds I could hear even on low volume and her face all flushed eyes half clo

It was massive—thick, veined, and already rock-hard, far bigger than anything she had imagined or experienced. The head glistened with a bead of precum. She stared, mesmerized and intimidated. “Tell me what you are,” He said, stroking the heavy length once, guiding it to brush against her parted lips. “I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I was a stupid slut sending that video. It was an accident, but I… I got so wet knowing you saw me.” Victor’s hand fisted in her hair, not gentle. “More. Confess while you worship this cock that’s going to ruin you.” He pushed forward, sliding the thick head past her lips.