Dixie D'amelio Sexy Novels & Stories

" I...I am coming...I am coming " Amelia mumbled harshly, her eyes wide open and looking at him. Both of them shudder and cum at the same time, their body became vulnerable at that point. Both of them panting hard and giving each other seductive glances. She never felt this good before. Surely, Damian was the most standard man one could find. But right now, he was here. Amelia remember nothing, the reason she was here and why she was here. The only thing that was engraved in her mind currently was to have sex with him and feel good.

I changed the angle of the latest dildo, sharp, and she was crying out with every thrust, tense with the need to come. Her orgasm was a wet one. She bucked like a good slut, head twisted to the side as she groaned for me. She was feral, hissing like a desperate bitch, such a contrast to the cute girl who bounced off in the morning for college. She was still gasping as I pulled the dildo free, spilling wetness out all over the leather of the sofa. My kinks took over as I grabbed a fresh marker pen and wrote dirty bitch across her tits, hoisting her up to show the camera, and then I spat over the words, smearing them as she watched me.

"Only incredible? I think I'll have to do better." If he did any better, Peyton was sure she would die from it. He rose to his feet and undressed so swiftly it took him scant seconds. She couldn't help staring at his magnificent body, finely honed and well-defined muscle, broad shoulders, flat abs, and a large, swollen cock rising proudly from a thick nest of dark curls. Her fingers curled automatically, itching to hold it. She didn't remember any man ever affecting her this way. Of course, none of the pitifully few men she'd been with could hold a candle to Dix Amendola. He was in a class all by himself, both in looks and attitude. A stray thought buzzed through her mind - none of the men s

The water dripping from the tips of her hair as she frantically tried to push the frizzles that had clung to her face away. Stepping into the bedroom, she came face to face with Diavolo who was seated on her bed with a paper on his hands. He glanced up at her, his eyes taking her in as they sized her up from her legs to her cleavage before resting on her face. "Bellissima." He muttered in an Italian accent that she didn't understand and discarded the magazine before rising up to his feet. Sierra looked away, angry that he had barged into her room without seeking permission first.

Dickson intervened. "Dickson, I love you. Don't hold back anymore!" Amelia’s lips were soft, and her body carried a pleasant fragrance. In a moment, she had unbuttoned Dickson’s clothes, making her seduction seem successful. However, Dickson abruptly pushed her away. "Melia, don't be like this!"

And why the hell did he take a picture of her? Dix was a playboy through and through. Almost every girl in their college had been his girlfriend at some point. But Amor? She wasn’t conventionally attractive—just a typical Filipina. Nothing extraordinary. So why had Dix suddenly taken an interest in her? He had to find out. And later tonight, he’d make sure to delete every single photo of her from his brother’s phone.

Amelia closes the door of her bedroom and walked to the main entrance of the mansion. There, she saw Damian waiting while leaning on the side of his car. Damian noticed her and stared at her. Amelia's yellow dress made her beauty stand out even more. Her snow-white skin looked as if it was glowing and her clear sunset eyes reflected Damian who is in front of her. Damian looks at her slowly walking towards him. "Hi," Amelia said with a meek voice as she's feeling shy.

His chest is broad and I run my fingers over it. He rolls my skirt up and he doesn't hesitate in pulling my panties down. My hands drift up his arms to his neck and I entwine my fingers in his dark-brown hair. It's silky, so fucking silky. I've lost the capacity for rational thought. What the hell am I doing? He's Damien Fucking Keller, and I'm just Amelia George. A plain Jane. An unremarkable person. An amateur spy. This shouldn't be happening, but I don't want it to stop.

I say in her ear. “Then let me ride you, Mommy. I’ll drench you in my cum,” she whispers to me. Fuck! Amelia may be perfectly happy with me be the dmonant in the relationship, but she knows just how to get my motor revving and arousal high. “Goddess, yes. Ride me, baby. Take what you want from me,” I moan, kissing her deep and hard before I roll off of her. Amelia helps me into the strap on, making sure that the dildo is snug inside of me causing my knees to bend, my back to arch, and my mouth to go slack.

An anxious Amelia couldn't free herself from the three men; she could only resign herself to the heightened mix of fear and pleasure rocking her insides. As Harris let go of her mouth, moans spilt out shamelessly. Yes, she was cooke,d but she'd rather enjoy this moment to the fullest. "Yes, please... Fuck me harder!!!" End Of This Story. Thanks for reading. More Updates coming soon.