Emily Webb Porn Novels & Stories

Then, she declared self-righteously, "Adrian, I admit that I failed to think this through, but I'm only doing this for your sake! If I hadn't discovered this truth, this bitch would've deceived you today! "Who knows how many male actors she's worked with on these porn videos? With such decrepit morals, who's to say she doesn't have some sort of STD or something?" Adrian's expression turned stony as he looked at me. "Sarah is my younger sister, and she's never lied about anything since she was young. Besides that, she has no grudge against you, so why would she create these false claims for no reason? "If it really is you in those videos, just admit to it. I won't pursue the matter further si

[No! [But…] Another text comes in before I can finish typing. [Except you want me to punish you, Princess.] Looking at the wink emoji, I feel conflicted. How bad can the punishment be? Several results pop up on G****e once I look up “Sex Dungeon Punishment”. “Oh my God!” I gasp, seeing all the images and video previews. I see women tied and gagged. That’s not even the crazy part. Some of them are being rimmed by things as big as my arm.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

I noticed how badly I wanted to fuck Emily almost immediately after she arrived, because the way her tight little body moved around my house in those innocent shorts and tank tops was driving me crazy, and even though I kept telling myself she was only twenty-one and my daughter’s nanny, I could not stop imagining bending her over the kitchen counter and filling her virgin pussy until she screamed my name.

"Why should I give up? I refuse! She’s got quite some nerve. Don’t worry; they’re planning to hold the wedding soon. As long as I’m still her nominal mother-in-law, I have many ways to deal with her!" Grace sniffled and softly asked, "I wonder if the wedding can still happen." "What do you mean?" Grace pulled out her phone and showed Mandy a webpage. "God is fair. Emily’s dirty past has been dug up by someone…" The images on the screen were scandalous and shocking to Mandy. She was conservative-minded, and seeing such explicit photos left her stunned. "This... this is…" Grace smirked. "Look, Mandy, Emily’s been with so many men. Your children are too innocent; they can’t possibly contend wit

“Answer the question.” Emily bites her lip, eyes darting around the room. “It’s just… it’s a little kink thing, okay?” She gives a half-smile. “I thought maybe it’d be fun. Your birthday is coming up. I wanted to surprise you with a hot video.” He raises an eyebrow and then taps the side of his reading glasses. “I might be a bit shortsighted, Emily, but I’m not blind. Or stupid. How convenient that this little kink appeared the same day you saw Julie.”

Emelia pressed play before he could stop her. It was them. In the master bedroom. Clara’s bed. Emelia on her hands and knees, back arched, moaning while Marcus fucked her from behind. The camera angle was perfect. Intimate. Cruel. You could see everything. The way her fingers gripped the sheets. The way his hand was wrapped in her hair. The way she pushed back against him like she could not get enough. The audio was clear. “Daddy, please,” Emelia moaned in the video. “Come inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel you leaking out of me when Mom comes home.”

It was actually a p**n video, a video of her having sex with one of her side men, Kevin. “How… How did you get this? How were you able to get this?!” Emily continued, her voice shaking as she desperately clutched at the table between us. Her face had turned a sickly pale, eyes wide with disbelief and barely contained fury. I leaned back in my chair, a small, satisfied smile curving my lips. “How I got it isn’t important, Emily.” I crossed my legs and rested my chin on my hand, eyes narrowing at her, “What’s important is what I plan to do with it.”

Five minutes later, curiousity had gotten the better of me and I found myself in the alleyway. Emily was there and she had sprawled herself on the bench. Her dress had rose up and she wasn't wearing any panties so I could see her entrance clearly. Her hand was busy rubbing her vagina and I was stunned. She rose her head up and looked at me, a moan escaping her gorgeous lips and then she orgasmed. As she released, she moaned out my name, "Killian, mmh,” and I felt my penis harden again. "Emily, what is this?” I asked. She motioned for me to come closer as she removed her dress and lay naked in front of me. Spreading her legs wider, she pushed my head into her open pussy and tightened her legs

She was addicted, craving more. The next day, their eldest sister Anna came to visit. She was furious, demanding to know where Emily and Sarah were. When she saw them in the dungeon, surrounded by men and covered in cum, she was shocked. "What the fuck is going on here?" she demanded. Emily and Sarah just smiled at her, their eyes glazed over with pleasure. "You have to try it, Anna," Emily said. "It's amazing." Anna shook her head, disgusted. "I would never do something like that. It's disgusting."