Novel & Cerita Free Vixen

“So what is it going to be if I don’t accept?” “You get a warning and lose your job. I’m sure you’re smarter than that. Are you not?” The way he asked, like he was rubbing it in my face that I had no choice. And yes, I was smarter than this. I wouldn’t lose my job over some trivial reason like being stubborn about remaining anonymous. Only that it wasn’t trivial because I wasn’t the woman Vincent thought I was. The smart, intelligent, brilliant, and reliable Fidelia Mills. I was Fun Size, the curvy, naughty, and kinky OnlyFans entertainer whom Vincent had subscribed to her channel with thousands of dollars five years ago. I had come hundreds of times, finger-fucking myself in front of him wh

He is a very loyal man and my most trusted subordinate. “Morning. I’d like you to look for someone for me.” I said. “And whom might this person be?” he questioned. “It’s a lady I believe to be in her mid or late twenties. Long back hair, silver eyes and about six foot tall. Extremely attractive too. She works as a stripper in my friend’s club and is called ‘The Vixen’. Jared won’t reveal her name to me, so I’m just going to have to look for her myself or wait for her to return to the club. Find her and inform me of hr location when you do.” I described and Fred affirmed.

The other students began packing up and I watched as they left till once again, I was the only one that remained in the room. Her scent made its way to me before I saw her. Vixen stood right in front of me with a cocky smile plastered on her face. She looked extra beautiful today. She had her hair pulled up into a neat bun and she wore a tight fitted gown that showed of those delicious curves on her. I would be lying if I said that after that incident I had not fantasized about her at least twenty times. I imagined sucking that sweet knob between her legs till she came over my face over and over again. I imagined fingering her till she she couldn't take it any more and she would desperately

She leaned into my ear, her warm breath sending shivers up my spine. "Tell me, what punishment does he have for you?" Dimitri purposefully set the vibrator off inside of me once again. My hand seized Callista's wrist while biting my lower lip. Dimitri said I couldn't cum by the toy. He failed to mention that Callista could satisfy me. A devious smirk came across my lips; Dimitri studied my face, tilting his head, trying to figure out what I was scheming. Slowly, I guided Callista's hand higher and higher up my inner thigh until her cold tips touched my entrance.

My moans were all over the video, Adrian’s groans were so hot I’d cum by just listening to it. It was perfect. If the day would come and he realized he doesn’t want me anymore, I’d keep the video to watch for over and over again while I ride my vibrator and think it was his cock. Maybe I should buy a bigger one? An eight-inch dildo would do. “Frances! Oh my god! You’re glowing like a flower! Such a bloom, huh? You’re so fresh!” Meryl’s loud voice greeted me when I entered our room. Adrian wasn’t yet in his seat so maybe he hasn’t arrived yet.

Jackson couldn't let Jessika stay here and get deeper into the pit of iniquity. Tonight was unlike any other night. Jackson could see the comfort women moving from the lower class to the VIP class. Jackson couldn't deny that the women in front of him were beautiful and seductive, but unfortunately, none of them could replace Jessika. For Jackson, only Jessika was beautiful, and no one else. It was time for the introduction of the VIP class women, where a woman by the name of Anya was introduced. A beautiful and quite seductive woman, Jackson didn't even blink when she appeared.

I want to envision my Little Vixen. Grabbing her by the shoulders I spin her around, so she is facing the wall. Reaching around her, I untie the belt and her trench coat falls open. Sliding my hands in the opening of her coat, she is naked, exactly like I thought she would be. Sliding my hands down her tight stomach, my fingers graze the apex of her thighs, and she is already dripping wet. Unzipping my pants I pull out my cock. Pushing her coat to the side, I do not waste any time. Positioning my cock at her opening, I slam into her. She screams out as my cock fills her. Putting my hand over her mouth I muffle the noises coming from her. Holding her hips in place with my free hand I

She was making it extremely difficult. Vixen placed a soft kiss on the side of my mouth and then shoved my face into her boobs. She giggled as I kissed her smooth skin and softly bit onto one of her nipples. I pulled away before a bouncer suspected anything, and Vixen moved her soft lips to my neck. She sucked and nibbled onto my neck as her hips grinded against me simultaneously. She felt so good close to me and moaned into my ear. I could feel myself starting to lose control, and sensations ran up my shaft. I groaned as I cummed in my underwear.

It meant that he was far away from her, and she’d been brutally dismissed, and he’d walked out of the room in every way except physically. It made her feel small and cheap, which seemed an odd thing to say, considering how people thought of her around Satan’s. It was true that even though Vixen had been with plenty of men, and she knew that many women thought she was a slut, she’d never felt like one. No, she’d enjoyed sex, and she’d enjoyed the men, and she’d enjoyed feeling wanted.

“Yes please, and yes please.” Vixen looked over at the woman standing by the window; she was blonde with baby-blue eyes, and she was tiny, smaller than Vixen herself, which made her believe that if this woman was one of King’s Men, then she had to be absolutely fucking lethal, appearances be damned. She could probably snap a grown man with her pinky finger, smiling sweetly the whole time. “Hi. I’m Vixen.” “Honey,” the woman said. “And let me tell you, girl… I’ve seen that video footage from the parking lot. You are a badass extraordinaire, and I suspect that if you came after my job, you’d get it.”