Female Venti Novels & Stories

The only other bridesmaid besides Glenda was Darby Van Zandt and she was shier than AJ and Liza combined. “Now, ladies. We’re gonna have a little contest. Yes, there is a prize.” Glenda waved a clear plastic purple phallus with pearl looking things inside. “This vibrator, as seen on Sex and the City, is called the rabbit. It spins.” She hit a switch and the vibrator started to make a buzzing noise as the tip circled. The women in the crowd went nuts.

Fingers trembling slightly, she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside lay a pair of sleek black panties, the fabric smooth and lacy at the edges, but what made her cheeks heat was the small, discreet vibrator embedded right at the crotch, its shape molded perfectly to press against her most sensitive spots. The device was matte black, seamless, designed to hum against her clit and slip just inside her entrance if positioned right. Aurelia's breath caught, her body responding traitorously, a rush of warmth pooling between her thighs despite the cool breeze drifting through the cracked window. She could picture Ronan's smirk, his commanding voice in her mind, urging her to obey. The tho

Storm demands. Venus moves to the front. Giving the males a perfect view of her luscious ass snugged in painted-on black denims, and a blue vest showing the shape of her round tits. I had it, tasted it and fucked it. There was no connection between Venus and I besides a deep-rooted friendship, didn't mean we didn't enjoy each other. She's one of the very few females patched in members of the club. She's also our doctor and not just medical doctor but our psychologist.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

Marys and Aiyana were running to her and she smiled, although she didn’t know their names, which made her to feel bad. “Good morning uh..” “Marys!” Marys said and she nodded. Marys's hair was tied in two pigtails with thick bangs that fell on her face. Her smiles showed two cute dimples that were very deep. She wore a black gown that was slightly above the knees. It was flared from the waist with long sleeves and she was putting on a white apron and a white maiden’s cap on her head. Violet adored her the more and couldn’t believe that this woman was really in her late 30s. She looked so young, she and Aiyana, whose name she was yet to know.

L. He’ll be rolling on your ass when he smacks you down, Nerissa. Laugh now. Cry later. I picked up a vibrator. My gaze roamed its eight-inch length. I fondled it, caressed it, touched its cloak, made of the softest silicone and lightly threaded with simulated veins, such as a real cock would possess. While the burnt-orange color doesn’t exactly make me want to rip my panties off at the moment, I know whose penis was used to create the mold for this. It’s supposed to be a company secret… Behold! I hold in my hand Whispering Cock!

On the other hand, there were women who were delighted by the contact of my tongue in their intimacies, and those who had multiple orgasms by my cock too big for some. Sex wasn't something you could say was good to anyone. I admired those who had the ease of adapting to any lover, because in general, only bulky women fit me perfectly. Nothing like a big ass and full breasts to rub against us in every deep thrust. The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation.

I managed to whisper while the room spun in slow, lazy circles. Venus crouched in front of me and her white slip whispered against the stone floor like a warning, and she tilted her head like a bird studying something broken and mildly interesting. “What does every woman want, sweetheart?” she asked sweetly while her eyes flicked to the mark on my neck, which was exposed and vulnerable and dark against my pale skin.

The woman's cries echoed off the paneled walls, desperate and uninhibited. "Argh! Fucking hell, tighten that pussy, you loose bitch! Take it all!" Victor's grunts were primal, punctuated by the wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh. There, bent over the massive mahogany desk strewn with confidential contracts and crystal decanters, was Victor Anderson himself—the handsome CEO and undisputed heir of the Anderson family—ferociously fucking a stunning woman in her mid-twenties. She was a vision of engineered perfection: slender yet curvaceous, with porcelain skin flushed pink from exertion, full round breasts heaving with each thrust, and a pert, heart-shaped ass that jiggled enticingly. H

Savita replied with a smirk, encouraging him to explore further. With a grin, he eagerly complied, enjoying the softness and warmth of her breasts in his hands. Savita leaned forward so Vinod could determine, and as he reached up and squeezed them, their softness was apparent. Her breasts were large, soft, and vibrant, and they featured hard, brown nipples. He gently squeezed and released her succulent breasts.