Heather Beck Leaked Novels & Stories

Heather moaned lightly when Killian’s lips pecked her breast. The phone began to ring again and they both sighed heavily. “This might be important” she said slowly and grabbed the phone on the sofa. “Who’s this?” “Do you want Riley to know about this or should I keep it a secret Miss Heather?” the caller said and Heather stared at Killian immediately, shocked. “I’m still recording though and I’m enjoying the live porn” the phone beeped twice and died.

A moment later, she confirms my suspicions. “Are you going to keep watching?” she purrs in a seductive whisper. “Or are you going to come finish what he started?” *** No one has been able to crack the mystery of the hidden camera until now. It turns out that I was right about Becks. She really is one messed up chick and I am the sick pervert, standing right outside her door, waiting for her to open up. The door flings open a second later and there she is, framing the doorway in that tiny robe that barely covers her ass.