Novel & Cerita Femboy Chastity

“If you just stop the timer bullshit, I’ll delete this pic and just save to the chat. I just wanna jack off later. Deal?” Fuck. If he wasn’t so fucking hot, I would have given up on him days ago. But he was exactly my type: broad, thick chest and torso, massive thighs, size 12 feet, beautiful eyes, and a wide, toothy grin that made my skin prickle. “Look, I told you I’m chill. Just dl. And I want to see your pics later.” “Ok” “Good boy. You have any other toys there?” “Some plugs, an electro set, this dildo, a chastity cage, rope, tape, a few restraints, a flog, some clamps, a hood. Never used most of it lol.”

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you, Reggie. But can you wear a condom for me this time? I know it feels better without them, but I don't want to get pregnant. I haven't had sex with Dave in weeks, and it won't take him nine months to know I cheated. He'll know about us if I have your baby, Reggie. But we can use his rubbers." Was he finally starting to win her over? Christy didn't need to be coached this time into saying she was his girlfriend and loved him. She admitted a preference for not using barrier protection, and only wanted it so her husband wouldn't find out Reggie was fucking her. Reggie knew how to get into a girl's head. Christy needed to be rewarded, and her good behavior rein

The girl who was wearing a sleeveless shirt turned around to see her friend who was also watching what she saw just now. Gnats chuckled, "Just gave a stamp." "You crazy!" Ambiguous answers that each other understand. Annabelle shook her head, unable to think, "innocent girls get crushed!" The gnats laughed. He also knew that Deenara Shinta was the campus Queen who was still innocent. Even though her clothes are always luxurious and sometimes look sexy, Agas can guarantee that Nara never kissed at all. He's the first. The thought of it made him proud. Annabelle who saw her friend smiled at herself and hit her head. Moaning gnats. Annabelle turned and said, "Don't think about anything." "Just

I made sure to pack those free hours with real date stuff. I glanced at my jewelry collection, contemplating if my lace-up denim ribbon choker was too much. It did match my denim shirt. The elbow-length sleeves would shelter me from excess cold. My black jeans stretched no matter where I turned. Perfect for the date I had planned. Yet, my heart raced at the thought of Lucian disapproving of my outfit. It was not like I could look less feminine. It was in my blood. I was a supreme dominant omega. From my voice down to my physique portrayed femineity.

“You like that baby don’t you? You like when I fuck you like a slut. The second rule was way too beneficial for me:No limits. I let him do things like choke me and tie me up, use ice cream, sex toys and I didn't mind it one bit. My thighs trembled, trying to close around him, but his other hand stayed firm on my throat, so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “You feel that?” he asked. “You’re dripping.” “Fuck—” He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself hard before he came all over my tits and stomach. He wasted no time grabbing his boxers and trousers. “Go write your test, Emilia,” he said, his voice already returning to the Raffaele I was used to. The third rule was understandable

he takes my top and bra off. “It’s my nature. Anyway, you shouldn’t be asking questions.” “Of course I shouldn’t.” he pulls my jeans and panties off roughly. Okay. He is good at the kissing part but all this roughness? He is so unromantic. I shouldn’t have expected more. It’s just banging and I’m out of here. “Wet now?” the douche asks slipping a finger inside me. “Do you always do this to the women you sleep with?” “I don’t do women tomboy.”

she says, her voice cool and calculated. "I can't expect you to meet all my needs. Not when I have so many." She strides to her closet, her hips swaying with a confident swagger. She returns with a small, black box. She opens it, revealing a shiny, metallic chastity cage. The sight of it sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and dark excitement. "You're going to be my little sissy slave," she declares, her voice firm. "Locked away, unable to satisfy anyone but me. You'll watch as I bring other men into our bed, as I fuck them with this strap-on. You'll clean up after us, taste our mingled releases, and beg for more."

"Chad, you're the man! I can’t believe you got the social butterfly. You even convinced her to get under you in bed and willingly go through 99 hymenoplasties. How did you do it? Share your secret with us!" Chad took a puff of his cigarette and smiled. "There's no secret I can share when she was the one who threw herself at me." "Sadie is always hanging out at seedy places. I heard she has AIDS. Don't you find her… dirty?" One of Chad's buddies felt unhappy for him. Chad raised an eyebrow and replied sarcastically, "That's a problem for other men. I've never touched her. I only got her to do those hymenoplasties so I could use her to please those dirty old men who enjoy virgins.

But then Vespera slowly reached for her tablet, the one containing the footage that would destroy their lives in minutes and break Sophie’s heart. Adonis was the first to break. With shaking hands, he undid his silk shirt, letting it fall to the floor, followed by the rest of his fine cloths until he stood naked and exposed. Fenrir followed, his face a mask of agony as he shed the last of his dignity. They stood before her, naked and vulnerable, their silver and dark hair the only things covering their shame. But Vespera wasn't finished. She reached into a small, black velvet bag on her side table. She pulled out two intricate, cold-looking devices made of steel. Two chastity cage.

His tone drops, dark and possessive. "You’ll be wearing this until I decide otherwise." He pulls a small, sleek black box from his pocket. My stomach twists when I recognize it, a chastity device, the kind that locks tight, denying me any chance of relief. "No—" The word dies on my lips before I can even finish. His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back. "No?" His laugh is low, dangerous. "You think you have a choice?" He doesn’t wait for an answer. His fingers work quickly, spreading my lips, pressing the cold metal against me.