Jennifer Van Damsel Nude 소설 & 이야기

Bottles of wine arranged on the glass table. Damian sat in the middle of two naked ladies ,they are all over him kissing and running hands over his body,he squeezed their asses spanking them as he kissed one deeply,while the other kneeled in the floor facing his crotch region. The door opened as camera flashed,they turned stunned as the camera flashed again. “Clear shot” Scar said as she sprawled on the couch opposite them,one leg crossed over the other. The trio looked shocked see as they stared at her,she's in a baggy pants and hoodie,with boots,a face cap covering the top part of her face.

Underneath, she wore the most scandalous piece from his new collection — a sheer black lace bodysuit that was little more than strategic straps and delicate mesh. It cupped her full breasts but left her nipples clearly visible, the high-cut legs disappearing between her cheeks, and a deep plunging neckline that went almost to her navel. She walked toward the chaise like she was walking a runway made for sin, hips swaying. “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Vale? Or should I take this off too?” Damien’s jaw clenched. He adjusted the camera without looking away from her. “On the chaise. Pose for me.”

“You’re going to delete the account tonight. But first, you’re going to give me a private show. Recreate your most popular video. Right here. On this couch.” My breath hitched. “Damien…” “Now, Nina.” I stood on shaky legs and stripped down to the black lace set I’d worn earlier, feeling his eyes devour every inch. I positioned myself on the couch exactly like in the video—kneeling, back slightly arched, hands sliding over my breasts. The ring light wasn’t here, but the living room lamps cast a similar warm glow. “Start,” he commanded, sitting in the armchair across from me. He didn’t touch himself. He just watched, elbows on his knees, eyes dark with restraint.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

Hе didn’t rеspond. “I don’t know why I kееp trying,” I whispеrеd. “Shе doеsn’t sее mе. I could win thе Nobеl Pеacе Prizе and shе’d say I lookеd fat in thе photos.” Damian chucklеd, low and quiеt. “That sounds about right.” I lookеd at him. Rеally lookеd. Evеn undеr thе porch light, hе lookеd pеrfеct. Sharp jaw. Dark stubblе. His tattoos pееkеd out from undеr his slееvеs.

“You are looking beautiful, Your Highness.”, Sera, the lady maid said as she tied the last lace of the corset and stepped back, I kept my book aside and glanced at the mirror that another servant placed before me. The blue eyes on my pale complexion sparkled as I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You may be right today, Sera.” I said with a small chuckle and watched as the rest of the servant girls run around trying to finish getting me ready for breakfast. I opened the book of maps, again and sighed as my fingers traced the map of Valadora.

She was floating, lost in pleasure, body limp and used. Finally they pulled out and stood her on shaky legs in front of the mirror. “On your knees, little one,” Marcus said. Jenna dropped instantly, looking up at them with glassy, submissive eyes. Mouth open. Tongue out. They stroked their thick cocks fast. “Tell us what you are,” Damien demanded. “I’m your little cum dump… your perfect baby girl… please fill me up, Daddies…” Marcus came first, groaning deep as thick ropes of hot cum shot across her tongue and face. Damien followed, painting her tits, neck, and collar white. Jenna swallowed what she could, rubbing the rest into her skin like lotion, moaning softly.

I raised a brow, unimpressed as my gaze swept over the scene. I was not surprised to see Camillé fucking naked, and in the act of pleasuring herself. She was a sex maniac and My eyes moved to the sex toy she was holding unhinged around her trembling fingers. She turned, and immediately scrambled up, wrapping the sheet around her body, her hand tightly holding onto the sex toy. “Damien, what are you doing here?“ “Busy?“ I smirked, leaning against my wheelchair as I watch her face turn red.

the camera capturing her struggling with his size, drool running down her chin, her eventual success in deepthroating all fifteen inches. Scene Three - The Bondage: In the dungeon, Damien tied her to the Saint Andrew's cross....arms and legs spread wide, completely exposed. He used vibrators on her clit, dildos in her pussy, plugs in her ass, making her come over and over while she was helpless, the cameras capturing every angle. Scene Four - The Breast Worship: Damien spent an hour on her breasts, demonstrating every technique he'd taught her: First, the gentle approach...soft kisses across the swell of her breast, light touches, building anticipation.

“Actually, I did. You see, Valerie had something inside of her that needed nurtured in order to come all the way out. Now that it has, we’re exploring what it means.” “So what you’re saying is Valerie discovered she likes to go around nude?” Damien shrugged. “That’s part of it.” He held out his hand. “Valerie, give me your dress.” Valerie would have balked, but right now, she wanted to show Brent she was someone else’s to control. Reaching for the hem of her dress, she pulled it off her torso and handed it to Damien. She dropped her arms back to her sides, not even attempting to cover her nakedness as she stared over at Brent.