Erin Ashford Fucked の小説・ストーリー

Asher was surprised when I did this, but he understood that all this was just an act included in our playlist. Asher then slapped me. Not too loud but enough to make me scream in surprise. He then lifted my legs and patted my ass twice hard. I could feel my big ass swaying as Asher patted me. "Owh!" I screamed as Asher patted my ass again. Asher then stopped, and he looked at me intensely and intently. Asher didn't smile. He just stared at my face coldly, then finally inserted his fingers into my pussy hole. I held back a sigh as Asher played with his fingers and made me wet. We had done this many times, so he knew where my G spot was. Asher quickly brought me to orgasm. As water gushed from

ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW I slammed my apartment door so hard the walls shook. The sound echoed through the empty space, matching the thunder in my heart. My hands shook as I poured myself a drink, spilling expensive whiskey on the marble counter. "Damn you, Camille," I whispered, then screamed it: "DAMN YOU!" The crystal glass flew from my hand, shattering against the wall in a spray of amber liquid and broken dreams. Thirty million dollars. The Cedar Hill estate. All of it gone to those worthless foster kids.

I was not interested in the pictures from the baseball match but I was really excited for the one with the F1 team and they are the everything I wanted them to be. Suddenly, I received a couple of messages. One was from Asher and the other one was from Panther aka Rhys Larsen. My mouth turned sour as I opened the message from Asher. Asher: Someone is doing a great job at being a whore for a bunch of drivers. I hate myself for not knowing that he had this kind of a side from that nerdy face. Moreover, now I am convinced that he must have been with plenty of girls behind my back. He is only concerned about his own pleasure and he must get it regardless of the means. Then, why the hell did I fe

"Let’s see if your prince charming hears you." She choked on the iron rod, vision distorting, her thighs trembling as another wave of forced pleasure spiral inside her. The air smelled of sweat, sperm, and blood. The man behind her pulled out the mop handle, condom slick and glistening. "I must admit, your pussy is quite tight for a trash," he remarked, replacing it with three thick fingers that hooked cruelly inside her. "Where is Ashley’s stash, where does she keep her money, you fucking bitch, why are you being tight lipped. Why are you being loyal to someone who wants you dead?"

He asks, and I nod eagerly with a low moan. "You are. Is this your first time doing it, Little Greene?" It's not. "No. " I respond with a small voice, and the line goes silent before the sound of Sinclair cussing booms through the mobile. "You're a fucking naughty girl, Ashley. You touched yourself, " he groans, his voice sounding strained, and I bite down on my lips as I spread my legs, my thumb rubbing my clit. "Why did you? Who were you thinking of, Little Greene?"

“I can’t. Ew.” Since that day, she had been annoyed at herself. The image of Green suddenly popped into her mind. Even in the middle of work, that memory kept coming back. ••• “BLACKARLITO, PICK ME UP later at the bar. I’ll try flirting. Turning twenty-nine and still a desert,” Purple said laughing. “You’re gross, Purple. Just go home already,” Black said, annoyed, over the call. “Psst. Pick me up, okay? I’m at G-Bar.”

"They must feel threatened by you. That's why they are using such underhanded tactics. Don't read those comments. You don't want them affecting the match." I nodded. After preparing for so long, of course, I was not going to let this kind of negative noise shake me. However, before I could make any move, Nina came looking for me herself. "Ash, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had done so much for me." She cried as she grabbed my sleeve. "I was the one who wronged you before. I didn't pay attention to boundaries with male friends. "I gave Rowan flowers because he came to me first and said we could hype a CP to attract advertisers, so you could get a cut too.

“You didn’t mean to act like a damn slut in front of everyone? Do you have any idea that the video is all over the internet? Did you even see the headline?!” Kieran, who had been sitting silently, glanced down at his phone and began reading aloud, "Isla Ashford, the disgraced daughter of Mr Desmond Ashford, CEO of Ashford Corporation, caught causing a scene at a nightclub mere days after the wedding scandal. Is this the kind of upbringing Mr. Desmond provides? No class, no dignity. Has the Ashford family lost all its prestige–" He abruptly cut himself off when my father snapped his head toward him, shooting him a deadly glare.

She huffed. Lisa’s laugh was soft and laced with disbelief. Leaning close, her voice dropped to a cold whisper. “You’re blaming the wrong person, Avery. If you want someone to stay away, tell your man. He’s the one chasing me, I’ve moved on.” "Just in case you missed it, I’m married and unlike you, I don’t have to beg for attention.” Avery’s face went crimson that instant, her composure cracking. She opened her mouth to fire back, but Lisa was already sliding into her car.

She said in an aggrieved tone, "I just thought the necklace was pretty and wanted a closer look. It's fine if you didn't want me to take a look. But why did you push me?" The music in the hall stopped abruptly. Everyone's attention turned toward us. Over the past seven years, any woman who had tried to get close to Wayne or provoke me had been thrown out without mercy. One time, I had shoved the face of an actress trying to seduce him straight into a cake in front of the entire elite circle of Saphira. Wayne strode over and pulled Ingrid behind him protectively. Lowering his head, he looked at the tiny red mark on the back of her hand. Right away, he frowned hard.