Good Lord Lori Onlyfans Novels & Stories

“I can feel how desperately you need me, remove every article of clothing now.” Damien undressed under her watchful gaze. Once naked, he waited for her next instruction as Liora circled him once before she spoke again. “Bend over the desk,” she directed. “Spread your legs and present yourself to me.” He positioned himself as ordered, the cool surface pressed against his chest. Liora opened a drawer and retrieved items she had prepared earlier. She applied lubricant generously and began to work one finger inside him. “You belong to me completely in this moment,” she said. “Tell me how it feels to surrender like this.”

“Because the bar was closing its tab but I’m just getting started” I leaned in closer letting my breath hitch the shell of his ear. I could smell his arousal from his light pants. I shifted my weight pressing my thigh against his. His dick was solid as a rock radiating heat through his expensive slacks. “What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked, tracing his bare hands from my waist to my thighs leaving me with sensational need. “Tonight? I’m whatever you want me to be,” I said my voice dropping to a sultry hum. I reached out my finger dancing up his chest feeling the heavy thud of his heart. It was fast. Even the big alphas couldn’t hide their biology from me.

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

Marie’s hands stroked across Lori’s temples, combing through her long, auburn hair as she watched Drake intently . Drake jabbed his tongue into Lori’s vagina and swirled around the inside, then licked her clit again. His fingers slipped inside her, stroking along the wall of her vagina. Intense need built within her. The g-spot. He’d found it and worked it with expert skill .

Lora walked in and flashed a smile at him, who looked confused and lost at the same time as she went to sit on the visitor’s swivel chair. “Who are you and how may I help you?” He asked. Lora leaned in closer with her hands on the desk that separated them. “I’m a friend and colleague of Luna at M&M Studios” she responded. Paul nodded still not convinced as to why she had come to see him. “My name is Lola and Luna asked me to come to see you…” she leaned in closer and whispered “You know for some ecstasy… she says I could get some real good options from you” Paul nodded “Very well… why did she tell you about the product?”

“Here you go, hungry slut. Bet you’re wet from your gf’s video.” I hit play before I could think. It was Lori again. This time, she was spreading widely with her hands supporting her on what looked like Brent’s bed. She was using a fat, harsh looking dildo(bigger than anything we owned) on herself as Brent was recording. She moaned like she was dying, her tits bouncing with every thrust she gave the toy. He returned the camera back to himself, his monster cock taking the whole screen as he stroked himself, precum beading at the tip.

Lori now made it to her feet. She crawled towards me staring into my eyes and took my cock in her mouth. She proceeded to make love to my cock with her mouth. Every apology that she could think of, every way that she wanted to tell me she was sorry, and every way she wanted to say thank you, were coming out in the form of the most passionate blow job I'd ever had in my life. Mandi was now screaming as Nick was pounding into her pussy with just as much vigor as he had just delivered to my wife. Lori climbed on my cock and began to ride me. Mandi was cumming over and over in the background.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

I cup them, thumbs brushing over the peaks, moaning softly for the camera. “There,” I breathe, eyes half-lidded. “Surprised yet?” The cheapskates spam more tiny tips, barely $50 combined, begging for toys, for fingers, for everything. But Lurker’s the one making the night. LeatherLurker tipped $250. LeatherLurker: beautiful LeatherLurker: your turn again, choose I slide my hand down, slipping fingers under the panties once more, teasing myself openly now. “You’re too good to me,” I whisper, circling faster, hips rocking. “What if I just… keep going like this?”

“Spare me the details and explain how you got a gay guy in bed.” Loraine playfully licked his palm as he pulled his hand away before she spoke. “I asked him to.” He shook his head. “Why?” This part of the explanation she wasn’t very enthusiastic in telling. The sudden change in his face told that he’d noticed her sudden discomfort. “Lori, I need to know why you went to a gay guy to deflower you.” He wasn’t asking anymore, he was demanding, and that only made her even more anxious. She’d already told him about her attack, why was this little detail so hard to get out?