Evelyn Uncensored Novels & Stories

as he desperately fought the need to finish. Looking at her body bouncing above him, her moderately sized breasts still hidden behind her dress, Liam finally lost control. He let out a huge straining groan and started spurting hot semen over her hand, her dress, and his own stomach. “No! Bad slave! Very bad slave!” Evelyn screamed. She withdrew the dildo and quickly undid the harness. Then she positioned herself over his head. Instead of untying him, she lowered her pussy onto his face, squashing his head against the floor with his mouth pressed flat against her vagina. Facing his limp, cum-soaked cock, she ground down hard.

His hand slid down to her shorts, slowly beginning to undo the clasp that held them in place. Feeling the man pressing against her and undoing her pants was what brought Evelyn back to reality. She was still a bit dazed from the spiked drink she had unknowingly taken, but she retained enough consciousness to know that this was wrong. She had already lost her first kiss to a stranger; she wasn’t willing to lose anything else. "S... Stop." "Don’t be afraid. I just want to have a taste of your pussy. I promise it’ll feel very good." "No, I don’t want to do this... get off me."

Myra — glamorous, furious, those massive, heavy tits bouncing as she rode Vivi’s face in the locker room again, only this time Myra was the one begging. Isha — soft, psychic, those full, perfect breasts swaying while she rode Zayn’s cock, moaning his name, her hairy mound grinding against him. And Zayn — caught between them, cock buried in Isha while Myra forced Vivi’s mouth onto her own dripping cunt. Vivi’s fingers moved faster, the wet, obscene sounds growing louder. She slapped her breast hard, watching it jiggle in the moonlight, then pinched the nipple viciously.

I was dead. I was hidden in the fridge for 40 days before they found my body. I was completely naked, and my face was twisted into an eerie expression. Anyone could see the inhumane torture I had undergone before I died. Then, high-definition uncensored photos of my body began to spread across the internet. Even in death, I could not escape the public's heated gaze as they judged and commented on my body. "I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!"

It seemed to promise me to break free from the confinement of my underwear and trousers any moment. “Believe whatever you want to -” My eyes went round, shocked at what Eve was doing. “What are you doing?” “Ssh,” Eve muttered as she unbuttoned her blouse. When she was done, she opened it wide. “See, I don’t believe you,” she said confidently. “Huh?”

“Smooth Lucas. He always uses his good looks to charm women. I bet he’s already slept with you. And just like Rebecca, you’re pregnant with his child.” Her words struck like a slap, cruel, precise, deliberate. Part of me wanted to dismiss everything she’d said. Another part remembered the image of Rebecca’s old social media profile, where she listed Nago as her workplace. “Listen,” Evelyn said, taking another drag. “I won’t let him kill you too. But in return, I need your help exposing him to the world.” She slid a file across the table, evidence, documents, photographs. “Go back, act normal. I’ll reach out with instructions.”

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

Every piece fit too easily into the version of him she once knew. But something now felt… arranged. Too perfect. Too targeted. Her phone lit again with an incoming message notification from an unknown encrypted sender. No text preview. Only a file attachment icon. Evelyn hesitated before opening it. Inside was a single image: a blurred screenshot of system code. Below it, one sentence: “Look at authorization history, not signatures.” Her breath slowed. Someone else wanted the truth uncovered. And whoever it was understood the fire better than anyone still alive. For the first time since returning, doubt slipped through the armor she had built around herself.