Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Set

Anthony says, gesturing to the space in front of him, “This is the grand hall. To you right through the hall is the kitchen, living room and office area. Bedrooms are on the second level, the stairs are to your left, your room is the first door on the right. I have decorated but as I do not know your preferences, it is still quite bare. The rooftop is open for your use but I ask that if you cannot handle heights, do not go up there. Any questions?” I shake my head and start walking into the living room, seeing a white leather couch and what looks to be a 95” TV hanging on the wall. I finally look up at him as I take a seat on the back of the couch, “Are my clothes here?” Anthony hesitates to

Thirty minutes later, Aurora followed Valeria’s sleek black car through the city until they reached a luxurious penthouse building. They took the private elevator up. The moment the doors closed, Valeria pushed Aurora against the wall and kissed her hard, squeezing her ass roughly. As soon as they stepped inside the beautiful penthouse, Valeria locked the door. “Strip,” she ordered. “Everything off. I want to see my little slut completely naked.” Aurora’s hands shook as she removed her blouse, bra, and skirt. She stood completely naked in the middle of the living room. Her full breasts were heaving, her pink nipples hard, and her pussy was visibly wet and swollen.

All I had to do was slip inside his office, plant the files, and disappear like a ghost. But the moment I pushed open the heavy door, everything fell apart. A woman’s raw, broken moan cut through the air. “Oh god, Damien… fuck, yes!” The huge floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city skyline, but the real show was happening right in front of them. Damien Vale had a woman pinned against the glass. She was elegantly dressed, a wedding ring shining on her finger. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her panties hung from one ankle. He stood behind her, pants open just enough, thrusting into her with hard, punishing strokes.

“It made me so fucking hard I almost came in my pants like a teenager.” A whimper escapes me. He chuckles in a dark and satisfied tone. “Take off that dress.” My hands move before my brain can protest. Fingers fumble with the side zipper. The fabric whispers down my body….pooling at my feet in a soft heap of charcoal gray. I’m left in black lace bra and matching thong, thigh-high stockings, and the stilettos I wore to feel powerful today. He steps back and looks his fill. “Beautiful,” he says quietly. Almost reverent. Then in a harder voice: “Panties too. And the bra.”

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. --- STELLA'S POV Fifty thousand dollars. That was what Seth Calloway brought to the table and the moment he said it, every sensible thought I had lined up in my head walked quietly out of my head. His mother was sick and she wanted him to get a girlfriend before she moved on to the other world.

Then, he pinned both of my wrists above my head against the cold glass. “You’re going to stay here tonight, Clara. And you’re going to pay your brother’s debt… in full.” “Julian, please—” “Don’t beg yet,” he growled, his hand sliding down to the zipper of my dress. “I haven’t even started to collect.” The zipper of my dress hissed as Julian dragged it down. The cool air of the penthouse hit my bare skin, making my body shiver instantly. A dark, satisfied smirk crossed his face as the fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my black lace underwear.

He tried to save me but it was me who let the things go of my hands. My gaze falls on the headsets placed on the bed, which I brought with me from the club. I logo of the club is fading on the ear piece. I grab them and throw them on the floor with a projectile force, shattering every single piece of it. I lie on the bed and shut my eyes forcefully but the sleep has flown with the flow of the wind. I never noticed the extent of the night before; maybe the joy

She attached the yellow gold chain to the sunflower pendant paired with its earring; marked Set ≠3 with a tick. The peacock set boxed; marked Set ≠4 with a tick. The two-tone chain attached to the half-moon pendant, paired it with its earrings; marked Set ≠5 with a tick. “Five down, 5 more to go.” Dana rubbed her hands as she walked back to her desk. Ben took pictures of all the sets and send them to Shadow “Register.” “Ben, what are you doing?” Dana looked curiously at Ben. “Registering” “Huh?”

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.