Novel & Cerita Erotic Beatuies

She sobbed, eyes wild, torn between shame and euphoria. Eric never broke his rhythm. He fingered her clit roughly as he fucked her, eyes scanning the audience like a predator showing off his prize. “You wanted a show,” he snarled. “Here’s your show.” Someone in the back moaned. A woman whispered, “God, she’s stunning…” “Eric, please!” Sabrina gasped, trembling, voice pitched high. “Beg louder,” he commanded. “I…I can’t..oh god, Daddy, please!”

Your laughter echoes on the other end and I end the call I met Beatrice Rossi when I was in college, more specifically in a dance club. The girl of African descent with short, curly hair played shows that warmed lonely hearts and had the ability to bring the dead back to life, if you know what I mean. At the time, I made her an offer, which she accepted without a second thought, striking a deal that included no involvement between the two of us and a lot of profit for her.

My eyes widened once again when I realized what I was thinking and immediately shook my head cause I'm fucking sure that I stared at him dreamily while thinking how sexy he is with just that piece of offensive fabric on his downtown. 'Gab! You should like girls wearing bikinis! Bikinis! Not a guy who's only wearing a boxer with a funny bed head and you can't find him sexy if he didn't even brushed his teeth at least before facing you!' I averted my gaze and looked at the floor instead to avoid being in a trance just by staring at his well built body. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat before coughing nervously.

There are also beautiful lingerie that's cheap, you just need to know where to find it. And when his finger touches my clit, I suddenly lost all the confidence, wondering if I won't be as good as his previous sugar babies. Because one that I just met, Beatrice, well, I am nothing like her. She's what every Daddy would want for a sugar baby; beautiful, elegant, and funny in a classy way. Not someone who would blurt out lame jokes when she's nervous. My neck suddenly feels a little strained from the struggle to meet his lips. He's too tall that I have to tilt my head up that much. Have I mentioned I even had to tip-toe?

Eros and Elena eyes came in contact and looked away immediately, Eriteria caught the stare and cleared her throat, "What are you thinking so bad" Eriteria questioned her. "I'm sorry your grace,I just felt something...it's" She stammer and looked on the floor. "You felt it again?" Eros asked walking to her. "Yes,it's strong" Elena repiled and looked at Eriteria, immediately their eyes came in contact her heart race and started beating so fast,she fall on her knee and held her chest beads of sweat started forming on her forehead and her eyeball change to sky blue attractive to Eriteria.

I would deny it to death if someone asked me, but at least inside my head, I could make not at all delicate comments about the other men and compare them to Colton. Unlike me, Beatrice made a point of playing charm and giggling even if I wasn't telling any joke, to make the men pay attention to her blonde hair and her green eyes. Needless to say, she easily got us to receive our first two drinks for free "courtesy from the men who watched us. Despite being a beautiful woman and knowing how to take advantage of her best attributes, Beatrice was the kind of beautiful woman who never worked with anyone. She assured me that she had never been with another woman, but that she doubted that she had

I heard one of them think ‘I knew she could be a hottie; Mina definitely now has competition. ‘Damn, Rose is fucking hotter than Mina.’ ‘Damn Rose cleans up good.’ ‘Shit, she is so sexy, I want to mate her if she’s into girls’ I smirked at Bea’s comment. Yes, I can be into girls. I love taco’s as much as a good brat! As I walked passed Beatrice, I caressed her arm sensually, and her ass. Her eyes widened and I felt her shiver.

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.