Discord Hotwife Novels & Stories

Queenie knew that and smiled. “For my regulars who know the rules, you can do two things. The peasants can collectively file for taxes and tip my jar. Each jar tipped is fifty millilitres of fake semen pumped into my holy temple. If you wish to see a waterfall, you know what to do. For my knights, I’ll be looking at super chats to give you the benefit of selecting both. Thanks to the wonderful programming team with Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, we found a way to code super chats to trigger two shots worth of cum and a minute-long override for the fuck speed to insane. In other words, the stream will run as long as super chats continue to come in even after thirty minutes.”

"Yeah. The thing was responding like a real person." Zane laughs. "Women love that app. Helps them be delusional." "I hate that software. Especially the one called Nolan." I say, stabbing the cherry tomato harder than necessary with a fork. The cupcake in Zane's hand freezes mid-air. He slowly turns to me. "Did you say Nolan?" I glare at him. "Yes. That's the leech she was chatting with. Stu.pid bot making my wife h0rny. She even had the audacity to think that it dirty talks better than me."

The numbers had become obscene. Kane Veil had surpassed 500,000 paid subscribers in under a month. Sophia’s streams were now the most expensive private content on the dark web. Clips of her triple and quadruple penetration, her violent squirting, and her tearful confessions were being clipped, slowed down, and worshipped by thousands. Tonight’s stream was called “Global Whore” — a four-hour event marketed as Sophia’s full public breaking. The studio had been upgraded again. A circular rotating platform in the center allowed 360-degree filming. Dozens of cameras, including drones, captured every angle. Over 750,000 viewers were online when the red lights turned on.

He found her G-spot with every thrust, his thumb reaching down to circle her throbbing clit with a firm, relentless pressure. Outside, the first major explosion of the fireworks shook the windows. A burst of brilliant red and white light flooded the room, illuminating them in a strobe-like flash. The rhythm increased. Mateo’s gentleness was slowly being consumed by his hunger. His thrusts became deeper, harder, the wet, slapping sound of his skin against hers lost in the thunder of the fireworks. Ariana was lost in a storm of sensation—the friction, the stretch, the sheer, overwhelming reality of being claimed by the man who had occupied her dreams and nightmares.

He lied on top of her and guided his shaft to point at her pink center, circled it to greet the softness. "Oh, Wine. " Stefan groaned then slid his whole length home! He started to move in and out. Wirata put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed hard. She closed her eyes, her body was shaking like a leaf that got blown by the big storm. "Open your eyes, Wine. " Stefan whispered. Wirata gradually opened her eyes as he ordered. She stared into his dark eyes. They stared at each other while he was thrusting hard and fast to send them both to where the highest happiness would be.

Beside me in the driver's seat, Camille turned on the stereo, blaring loud music. “Woo-hoo!” She yelped in excitement, gripping the steering wheels tighter. “My best friend is single again!” I laughed, forgetting about my broken heart for a second. “Don’t be so dramatic, Camille.” “I’ll be dramatic all I want, babes. Anyway, guess where we’re celebrating at tonight?” I shrugged. Her brows danced teasingly as she announced; “To Velvet Vibe, baby! Beverly Hill’s most exclusive underground strip club. We’re pole dancing for rich, hot Hollywood daddies tonight.”

I hit Go Live. The chat pops up instantly, usernames scrolling like ticker tape. BigDaddy69: finally DarkHorseX: there she is TipMaster420: been waiting all day “Hey there, Big Daddy,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to let the neckline dip. “Miss me?” A few coins clink in—$5, $3, $7. I smile, slow and lazy, and hook a thumb under the hem of my tank. “Hi, Dark Horse. You been good while I was gone?”

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Tonight I had so much fun teasing my little wife—the way she squirmed in her seat because I never turned the vibrator off. I set it to the lowest setting but still felt enough sensation to make her seat uncomfortable. This fun moment is destroyed as I hear someone greet me.

My Wife's Black Cóck Obsession (4) I am a cuckold. My wife Marina craves black cock, and I sit there, hard and humiliated, watching her give herself to them like she was born for it. Darius reached in and forced a finger into Marina’s ass while Tobias smacked her cheeks hard enough to make them bounce. “Oh, oh, oh!” Kellan grunted as Marina came all over his cock. He gripped her waist tight and unloaded inside her, condom stretching as he pumped her womb full.

, Darika whined pitifully and threatened him to grind inside of her. "Why? Don't you wand dozen of babies?", Arthit used her desire and continued to torture her. "Darika wants", Her eyes widened at his question, and immediately answered him. "Then co-operate", He had penetrated her so deeply that she could feel his muscular abs rubbing against her soft stomach. "You are bad", Darika growled at his roughness and BEASTLINESS Without mercy, Arthit roughly thrust in deeply and corrected her, "I'm Honey. Your Husband"