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I figured she wanted to see mine, because I saw her peaked breasts through the sweat-damp white shirt she wore. My gaze lingered on that just a moment too long. Gemma huffed and dropped her hands, pushing past me to sit on the edge of the tub and dip her hand in it. She made a noise that suggested the water wasn't perfect but it would do. I turned, surprised and delighted to see her facing me with her legs completely spread. "If you want to see my tits so bad…" She lifted her arms. "Then you might as well actually see them." Her voice turned sultry, which made my heart start to pound. "You can even kiss them… or lick them… or even pull them a little…"

Taking off my uniform, I rushed to mum's room, trying out all her sexy nightwears, before settling for one with a plunge neckline. I also took a suction base dildo she'd hidden away since she got married. It wasn't as big as Frank's dick, but it would do. I leaned backwards, resting my back against the sofa as I turned on Frank's laptop. He had no idea that I knew his password. I was going to have so much fun with myself. I played the first p**n video I saw. It was a scene of a woman giving a passionate blowjob. 'Fuck, that was hot', I thought as the woman fit his entire dick in her mouth without gagging.

the line dropped. I picked up my phone. Pornhub or cadehub? Or Amaye? I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to be comforted, or I wanted a release. A hand was still on my nipples. I was feeling the wetness in my panties and the anger swell in my belly. What do I do? I scrolled and scrolled with no direction in particular. I stopped at a name. I sent a text.

Stepsister Begs for More. Dozens of videos. All of them featuring girls who looked suspiciously like me—same long dark hair, same curvy hips, same innocent face getting ruined. I clicked one. The girl was on her knees, moaning exactly like I sounded in my own fantasies. The guy behind her was pounding deep, growling, “Take it, little sis…” Heat flooded my core. My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered. I was soaked. Without thinking, I shoved my hand down my shorts, fingers sliding through my slick folds. I was dripping. I circled my swollen clit, biting my lip as the girl on screen took every inch.

“Your boobs are so sexy!” “I already came!” “I’d pay a million dollars to have a night with you!” “We’re in a crazy generation!” “I’d love to lick your clit!” I was disgusted by all the comments but I couldn’t blame them. I had given them the avenue to talk about my body in such a manner the moment I decided to become a pornstar. I checked my screen, monitoring all the gifters and nodding my head at the amount that was rolling in. “Okay so the highest gifter is horny bunny225, and he wants me to finger myself till I squirt. Thank you for being the highest gifter, and to my lovely viewers, enjoy the show,”

Wormie licked his lips. “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m asking you. Is that woman really Gemma Peake the celebrity?” Harvey smiled. “It’s true. It’s really her.” Wormie and Toady looked at each other, and they showed vicious and disgusting smiles at the same time. They had slept with a lot of women, but they had never slept with a celebrity before. At most, they had just slept with some insignificant female live streamer. They had not slept with a real celebrity.

Caught by Grandma chapter 2 She left her gown up around her waist. I couldn't help but stare. I had never thought of my Grandma in a sexual way, but I could feel my cock regaining it's stiffness. She noticed the bulge rising in my shorts and smiled. "What other kinds of videos do they have on here?" She said. "All kinds, I guess." I said, sheepishly. "Well, show me." She said, looking at me. I reluctantly started scrolling down through the categories.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

The shiny jewel sparkled under the fluorescent lights. “It feels so fucking good, Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly into the video. “My ass is so full. I’m thinking about your cocks while I’m here surrounded by all these normal people.” She sent it to both Jax and Marcus, along with another one where she gently fucked herself with the plug, moaning their names quietly. Her phone buzzed with replies almost immediately. **Jax:** Good girl. Keep that married ass plugged. We’re coming over tonight. **Marcus:** Send one more with your pussy dripping. Now.

I am the invisible boy on campus—the quiet nerd who hides his Omega subgender behind oversized sweaters, high calculus scores, and medical-grade suppressants. Until my suppressants failed at a pitch-black frat party, and Jaxon Hilton—the university’s untouchable, tattooed Alpha bad boy—mistook me for a wild female Omega in heat. Two months later, I walked right into his packed fraternity house, looked him dead in the eye, and dropped the cold math: "You got me pregnant." ---------------------------- Now, I’m trapped inside Jaxon’s towering Alpha frame, flooded with terrifying physical strength and dominant instincts I don't know how to control. And lying in front of me is my o