Cristina Vee Sexy Novels & Stories

My… fucking God! Jessica was next. The red crop top came off, revealing her full brown breasts with dark nipples. The short skirt followed, and she stood there bare, legs slightly apart. Her pussy had a neat thatch of dark hair. It was not too thick, just enough to frame the smooth brown lips beneath. God, the hair made her look rawer, more animal, and when she reached down and casually spread herself with two fingers, I saw the wet pink inside already shining. Mmmmmm.

Grace covered her mouth. Jacob glared in disbelief. It was different with Edgar who immediately looked away. Meanwhile, Cristine's face looked deathly pale. "What the hell is that insolent woman?!" Not long after, a video containing a scene that was enough to give goosebumps - even though it was censored, but if someone knew who the figure behind the video was, they would immediately realize who it was. including Cristine who immediately realized that the woman in the video was her former sister-in-law; Sella Michael.

I climbed down from the bed and walked to the desk, on the screen was Paige. Cristela walked out of the bathroom with a hand towel, some parts of her face was still wet. “Paige." I told her stretching the phone to her. She was reluctant to take it. “Hello…" Cristela said dropping the phone on the desk and turning on the loudspeaker. “Hey Cee." Paige said. Cristela was quiet. “I'm calling be-because I saw….I was scrolling through I*******m and saw your picture…Ancho announced you as their new model." Paige said.

she paused as her eyes seemed to glaze over, "have you ever felt a flogger or a crop?" I shook my head. "You should try it sometime. It can be quite an erotic experience if it is done right. If you ask nicely, I might let Kevin try it out on you," she said suggestively with a wink. I flushed and looked over at Trev, whose face was also flushed but with anger. "Your Master is not coming near Vie with any sort of whip," he snarled.

“I know what you and your stepbrother have been doing. Fucking like animals while your parents rot in the ground. Disgusting.” Elara’s blood turned to ice. Vee held up her phone, screen glowing with photos. Intimate shots. Some from the motel. Some from the club. Some that could destroy them both. The threat hung heavy in the air as Vee’s smile widened. “Fifty thousand dollars by tomorrow,” Vee demanded, voice sweet but deadly. “Or these pictures go viral. Your precious taboo romance will be trending by morning. Everyone will know how sick you two are.” Elara’s stomach churned. She tried to push past but Vee grabbed her arm hard, nails digging in. “You always thought you were better than me.

' "So, you're..." "Krystal Harding, but you can call me Madame Krys!" Krea lit a cigarette and glanced at Lina from the corner of her eye. "Or do you want to call me Krea like the others? That's up to you!" Renee leaned closer to Lina, fear evident in her eyes. Krystal appeared to be in her 40s, heavily adorned with makeup, and dressed provocatively. Her dark red dress accentuated her curvaceous figure. However, time seemed to have taken its toll on her, evident in the lines on her face.

It still wrecked me with jealousy, even if I had seen it before. Once again I was treated to a monstrous image. It was Cassandra's pretty face, the love of my life, underneath a raging, broad condom-clad violett cock, with an almost angry purple look to it. Her cute face created a large contrast by how mean the huge piece of cock that rested all across her face was.

“I don’t need to break the law to destroy you. Face it: Sebastian is out of your league. He will get tired of banging you soon enough, toss you aside, and send you back to whatever shithole you crawled out of.” She stepped closer, close enough that her perfume turned suffocating and sniffed the air. Suddenly, her eyes sharpened, and she hissed. “He doesn’t sleep with you. I can smell it—you’re still a virgin. So why does he date you? Did you bewitch him? Tell me the truth!” Her fingers dug cruelly into my arm as she yanked me back. I clenched my jaw. “You’re insane. Focus on Xavier and leave me alone.” Cristine’s face twisted, her composure shattering. Her voice rose, wild and venomous.

I screamed. I need to make a move or else I'll lose him forever. I've waited long enough. I can't be just a toy to him forever. I deserve a title. Krystina Demakis. Yes, it sounds right! I said grinning foolishly. I took my laptop and turned on. I type in Maria Alessandra De La Vega on the searched engine. There's not much of a picture of her. A few with her father and her mom. Her mom is breathtakingly beautiful. A famous model on her time, beauty, and brain.

Kristel Vista. She remembered the new Vice President's feature. She is such a beauty indeed. She looks like a fashion model with flawless skin and looks like a local actress Kristine Hermosa. She is soft-spoken and very kind. She is sure that she can get along with Mr. Gracer. Even though her Boss is quite a snob and Bossy, Ms. Vista might be his neutralizer.