Novel & Cerita Glamrock Freddy Hot

God, he is sexy. " I can see his cock getting super hard, and he is leaking out from the head of his cock. Then he pulls the teddy completely off my body. I am going to cum. I know I am. I thought. Then he leans down towards my pussy and starts to suck on my clit. "Fuck, yes, oh my god, Freddy, yes fuck, fuck me already," I shouted out. I lock his eyes on mine, and then he moves forward up my body, and then he starts to suck on my nipples, and then I noticed Eddy starts to suck and lick on the side of my neck.

Freddie stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.

“So tight. So sweet. So wet for me.” I couldn’t speak. Just gasped, moaned and begged with broken sounds. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and changed the angle. Now he hit deeper, right against that spot that made white sparks explode behind my blindfold. I screamed his name. Over and over. He fucked harder. Faster. No mercy. One hand slid between us. His fingers found my clit and rubbed in fast circles. “Come,” He ordered. “Cum on my cock. Now.” I shattered.

His eyes darkened so fast she felt heat rush straight through her. “I thought about that” he murmured. “So many times.” He leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thigh. Slow. Hot. Her breath hitched. He kissed higher. And higher. She let out a soft moan without meaning to. Freddy paused, looking up at her with a raw expression. “I love that sound.” He kissed her again, lips and tongue teasing her through her clothes until she arched her back. “Freddy please.” “Yes. Tell me.”

“Fucking hell. These melons are ripe as hell.” “Nora, please you know I can suck them now if you want. I might as well finish what he started in dreamland.” She said jokingly. Deep down I knew she wasn’t joking. I saw the lust in her eyes and I fucking loved it. “Girl, you can do whatever you want. I’m horny anyway, but one day Mr Fredrick’s dick would be mine.” We both burst into laughter. She climbed on me but midway, I stopped her. “Wait.” Her soft body pressing down… while her tits mashed against mine through our thin tops. I felt her heat immediately.

Freya's head thrashed against the cold metal of the car, her voice a series of desperate, frantic moans: "Haa! Yes! Harder, Use me!" He flipped her around, slamming her chest-first against the hood of the SUV. He hiked her ass up, his eyes devouring the sight of her pink, swollen entrance as it clung to his dark, pulsing shaft. He spat on his hand and reached down, rubbing the moisture into her clit with a brutal, fast-paced friction that sent her vision into white-hot sparks.

Ryder Fuck, the taste of her still coated my tongue—sweet, hot pussy mixed with the sharp chill of melted ice and whiskey. Freya was a wrecked, beautiful mess beneath me. Her chest heaved, those perfect tits rising and falling with every desperate breath. Her legs were still splayed wide open like she couldn’t remember how to close them. Her cunt glistened, puffy and red from the brutal way I’d sucked and licked her through that last orgasm. A thick trail of her cream and ice water leaked from her stretched hole, running down over her tight little asshole and soaking the sheets.

until I looked at him and saw his mischievous smirk, the dark glint in his eyes as he rubbed his palms together. Uh-oh. I glanced at Dylan his eyes were cold and fixed on Freddie, his expression unreadable. "I've got just one request," Freddie drawled, grinning. "An easy one at that-" "Yes? What is it?" Dylan cut in, sounding slightly impatient. "Give Dylan a lap dance," Freddie said. My eyes widened instantly. My jaw hit the floor. "WHAT?!" I gasped, utterly gobsmacked. "Yes! He's your husband. Makes it even easier," Gwen chimed in, grinning like a lunatic.

Earlier in the evening Glinda had moved through the full list: a night with a renowned dominatrix aboard a private yacht that went for $800,000, a bespoke Zen experience package with a personal performer for a full month, three original pieces from an anonymous collector that sparked a brief war in the room, and two curated performance experiences that left everyone warm, loose, and ready to spend freely. Now they wanted flesh. Backstage, Lena watched through a gap in the curtain, her long black coat covering everything. Her pulse was climbing and she let it. The room had no idea what was coming. No performer had ever gone fully naked at a Zen auction. The shock alone would send the numbers

Fredrick pushed me onto my back and flung my pants off of my waist. I lay there, completely naked and ready to take him. He pulled me onto my knees and held my face onto the floor. His hand connected with my pussy first and I felt his own follow. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. "You smell so good, baby," he groaned. "Hmmm, "I whimpered in response. "Please Freddy, make me feel better"! I could feel his smirk against my lips before his tongue attacked my clit. My pussy rocked on his face, I tried to meet his fast pace but he was a man on a mission.