Confessions Of A Video Vixen Novelas e Histórias

Sure enough, there was the woman with Satan’s most notorious, nefarious reputation, and in this place, that was really saying something. 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. She was the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s whore… and she was smiling sweetly at Scars, whilst wearing very little at all, as usual. The woman was smokily and sexily gorgeous, about that there was no doubt, but she had that brazen, aggressive, unpolished beauty of a wild creature. There was nothing demure or elegant or wallflower about Vixen as she carried out her waitressing duties. She was, to her core, an MC bar b

Instead, my pussy clenched hard, another trickle of wetness sliding down my inner thigh. Victor stepped closer, towering over me. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have evidence of just how much of a filthy slut you really are.” He nodded over to Jax, who tapped his laptop. The massive screen on the wall flickered to life. My stomach dropped, cunt flooded, a whirlwind of emotions started brewing in my head as old videos start playing. Clips from my wild college days. Me on my knees, moaning like a whore while sucking cock. Another where I was bent over a desk, getting fucked hard from behind, begging for more.

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

"I can't believe you. I let you go out and have fun with your friends, and I agree to stay home with the kids, just so you could go out and cheat on me with some slut at the club. While I'm home taking care of our kids. Are you fucking kidding me?" "Baby, listen, I know how this looks-" "Don't give me that. Don't give me that bullshit! You got caught, Vixen, and you thought you wouldn't, didn't you? I bet you were just dying to do this shit. You couldn't handle your liquor or keep your dick in your pants, huh? I'm just like all the little whores who's brains you fucked out before you put this shit on my finger, aren't I? Right?" she says fidegeting with her ring.

My crazy vixen ~7 years ago ~ { Vivienne's POV } "Get your fucking hands off me" I screamed They ignored me, dragging me further down the corridor before shoving me into a room Everything was white. I hated it. I hated the silence, the voices would always shout. It was so annoying. "I didn't even do anything wrong That guy couldn't have tried to force himself on me. Then I wouldn't have had to cut his face off" I shouted after them.

"That bitch had a video of me fucking you and she gave it to Mark Aldos, who's her husband by the way. Aldos, Fitch and Curtis. Our biggest rival. This whole week, I've been working to get rid of it, and I finally did. But you know what irks me, Remy? He fucking saw you. He watched you having sex with me. He saw some of your body. Mine was mostly covering yours, but he saw you dorogoy. He fucking saw you. You know I won't stand by that. So, I hired someone to go seduce her and made him record it. He sent it to Mark Aldos. Seems like Aldos wasn't surprised, though. It wasn't her first rodeo. He told me not to let it go out and apologized. I know you don't like all these petty things, Remy, an

That was enough. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes blazing with fury. Roxanne stood frozen, shaking her head repeatedly. “It’s fake!” she cried, her voice trembling. “I spent the night with Selina at a slumber party she invited me to. I swear!” Selina’s smirk only grew wider. “Roxanne was high on alcohol. She said she wanted more fun, so she kissed one of my friend’s men. I knew you wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I made a video. Your girl really is a good kisser and moaner.”

But now, her voice echoed through my head, filled with urgency and power. “Vixen?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clutched my head, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions. “Is it really you?” “I don’t have time for your stupid doubts and questions, Kira!” Vixen snapped, her voice ringing with authority which was surprising, she was usually weak, hardly ever talked and her voice sounded different. “Get the fvck up! You need more space before I tear this place apart!”

James flicked through the grainy footage, his fingers poised over the keyboard like a pianist ready to strike. "Check this out," he said, his voice low and laden with urgency. The screen displayed a timestamp frozen at 8:38 PM. Cathleen leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she observed the woman in the video. "That's Anastasia. And that's not Xavier." Her lips twisted into a grim line, the revelation igniting a spark of vindication within her. "She lied."

Damien demanded as he took a good look at the four ladies' ruffled appearance. Vixen quickly took it upon herself to give her explanation and answer to the question he had asked. “We were only trying to help them but they felt like we were mocking them but how could we?” Vixen said and began faking a sob and sniffing to add to the effect. “You are lying!” Hannah suddenly shouted from where she was as she looked at Vixen and Naomi with nothing but pure disgust. It was something they were very good at. Faking things and she knew Vixen was the biggest on such.