Novel & Cerita Discord Hotwife

Where the hell is she? The whole back wall is a bar and the waitresses are scantily dressed. One attractive brunette immediately catches my eye and she smiles sexily in my direction. Back in the day, she would have been right up my alley, but that was before I met Rosh and her ten personalities. I like about four of her personalities. I’m in love with about three of them and the other three I hate with a passion. She’s doing my fucking head in.

The rich-haired goddess rolled her hips as if she was trying to escape the carnal torture but at the same time aching for more. In the midst of their passion, Hades crawled back to claim her wife's gaping mouth and began pressing herself into her sweet hotness. "Oh, Hades..." Persephone mourned. She felt her wife going and going, deeply searching for the core of her innocence, and when Hades found it, a strike of lightning zapped her whole body. Persephone writhed and twisted with a gripping bliss she had never known.

"Dream on, b****! Who do you think you are, acting all mighty and claiming to be my wife? You're nothing but a useless piece of trash in this house!" The thought of kissing her repulsed him. "That woman? Seriously? Come on, dude. She's a mo**********. She's reached a whole new level of low, the epitome of depravity. All she knows is how to flirt, nothing more." **** Once again, the haunting words that Hans had uttered in the past echoed loudly in my mind, piercing my thoughts and stirring up a storm of emotions. He never held back, repeatedly reminding me of my alleged repulsiveness, my worthlessness in his life. Like a broken record, those words played on and on, and instead of striking fea

I whispered, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He growled low in his throat and gave me what I asked for. His pace quickened, hips snapping harder, driving into me with raw intensity. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with the steady rain pounding against the windows. Sweat slicked our skin. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Yes… like that,” I moaned, head falling back against the sheets. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me. Then he pushed my bra below my breasts, my breasts bounced out, bouncing with the force of his movements, I laid open to him, like a sexy, wild whore… Being his whore, even for a night… It wa

“Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!” “Agreed,” Lee chimed in. “And make it eat all you can, too!” “Don’t forget dance-all-you-can!” Tom added with a smirk. Phoenix sighed, his tone flat. “I’ll just pay Sean for his services. I’m not up for any ‘all-you-can’ nonsense.” “What about kiss-all-you-can with Atticus? You’re not into that either?” Andrei teased. Annoyed, Phoenix ended the Skype call and immediately dialed Sean’s number.

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

She froze, crossing her arms over her chest like she was protecting herself. "D-Don't you dare. Fabian is still right outside. Get out. Now!" I yanked her skirt right up to her waist, my thick hardness pressing against her most private place. "So what if he finds out? I'm not scared of him." Women like a man who takes charge. The second I got aggressive, Irene was already soaked through. Her whole body went soft and pliant under me. As it turned out, the best aphrodisiac in the world is just a little danger.

Her voice was steady. His wasn’t any different than usual when he spoke again. “You don’t have to call me that every time.” Amara blinked. “I—” She stopped herself. Regrouped. “It’s appropriate.” “For others, maybe.” He tilted his head slightly, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken. “You’ve worked here long enough.” That didn’t make it less inappropriate. If anything, it made it more dangerous. She held his gaze for a fraction of a second too long before lowering it again.

“It’s time to get up.” Gustaf groans and flips around, hiding his face in the pillows. “Five more minutes...” I snort and am about to put down his phone, but something compels me to press on the messenger bubble. It leads to a group conversation called, “My slut of a wife—VIP subscribers chat,” and I can feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. What the fuck is this? As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at.

"This could be the big career break you've been looking for. Think of the referrals you'll get from this. You need a beer to celebrate." Kristin shook her head. "Club soda with a lime for me." She gave Sophia a sly grin. "Don't want to get drunk before this evening." Sophia filled the requests for the only two other people sitting at the bar in the Love Pub then came back to stand where Kristin was. "So, is this some kind of special date with Mr. Hottie?" Kristin laughed, thoroughly jazzed by everything. "I don't know about special, but I'm going to tell him about the expanded contract and hope he'll celebrate with me."