Drew Valentina Onlyfans Novels & Stories

The Valentina who had once dreamed of making it on her own had been replaced by a woman who had found her home in another person. Name: Kayden Ilmanto, 24 years old. CEO of K Tech Company, heir to the Ilmanto fortune, and the man who had captured Valentina’s heart. “Done staring?” Valentina’s thoughts were interrupted by his voice, low and husky with sleep. She had been lost in admiration, while his eyes remained closed, savoring the moment. A blush crept up her cheeks at being caught. “How did you know I was staring at you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The shadowy figure at the other end said. I moved closer expecting to be greeted by the face of a serial killer or a weird guy but I couldn’t be more wrong. He had a face fit for a Greek God, he looked like a Calvin Klein top model with his luscious blonde hair, charming blue eyes and enchanting smile which was further accentuated with two dimples on both cheeks. “Hi Valentina, I am Desmond Sandals and I have a job for you.” He said with the most amazing smile ever which further showed off his dimples.

Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

Too close. “How did you—” He lifts a hand, tracing a finger down my neck with a feather-light touch. “Soft,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Stop!” I slap his hand away, my voice trembling. “I’m serious. Who are you? What are you?” He steps back, just a fraction, and tilts his head, studying me with a strange intensity. Then, with a theatrical bow, he says, “Prince Valentine Draven. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, commoner North.”

I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture. As I'm handing out a couple of their changes, Bryson and Elena approached me. Bryson was handsomely dressed in his black tuxedo, black tie, with a white inner shirt, an expensive silver watch, and shiny leather shoes, while Elene was attired in a mini dress and heels. Her dark pixie hair is styled in curls, and her makeup is beautifully done. "2 dollars for a pic," I said quickly, keeping my eyes on the floor flashing with red lights as Elena glared at me.

Leo opened the door to Valentina’s office and walked in. “Close the door, and get under the table.” She commanded. Valentina spread her legs slowly and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She wore no panties, and her smooth, wet pussy sat exposed right in front of Leo under the table. She grabbed his dark curls with one hand and pushed his mouth firmly against her. Leo opened his mouth immediately and licked a long, slow line up her slit. The taste of her fresh arousal coated his tongue. He pressed his face deeper, sucking gently on her outer lips before dragging his tongue back up to her clit.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.

Her reasons were logical but still, one thing was strange to me… "Why did Valentina not stop you?" A sad smile spread across her face before she answered me and when she lifted her head, her eyes were full of unshed tears that started streaming down her face when she blinked. "Valentina has no idea about any of this. She has no idea Devin found us or that he threatened me. She has no idea that I have been working as a stripper for the past ten years. I have never told her any of this. I kept it all to myself."

Rafael: Care to explain, Santiago? Valentina: Is there an explanation? Someone tied the knot! Mateo: Looks like a deepfake. Has to be AI. Lucas: No, look at the shadow. It’s real. Valentina, where did you get this? Valentina: It’s all over the dark web. And the gossip blogs. She dropped a link. SANTIAGO RIVERA OFF THE MARKET. AND THE DEVIL OF CORAL GABLES GOT HIM. The comments were worse.

“Now bend for Daddy, like always.” Valentina’s knees trembled as she turned, as she held the edge of the bed. She bent over, her waist curved downwards, her heart pounding with fear. Dante’s hands grabbed her hips, strong and possessive. He untied his pajama pants, there was no sound in the quiet room, as he slid his dick inside her vagina. He pulled it out using his hand to reach for saliva from his mouth to rub her pussy for it to get wet, as he slid his dick and went all in this time he fucked her so hard , each movement full of his pilled-up frustration—about the land, Dominic, everything. The bed creaked under the movements, and Valentina bit her lip to avoid crying out loud. Tears fell