Jessica Vestal Sexy Novels & Stories

The sexy woman furiously got up and put herself on top of her bodyguard; she stripped Leon's clothes very fiercely and explored every inch of the bodyguard's body with her tongue. Even without taking stimulants, this beautiful woman can always satisfy her date. Moreover, currently, Jessi is under the influence of stimulants, which makes her even more violent, to the point that Leon is unable to keep up with the woman. The tall man was doing it for the first time, while Jessi was very experienced. Who knows how many times she had done it? What was clear was that the woman was skilled at swaying on the bed. Not wanting to be outdone by the lady, Leon, who was very excited, tore the expensive d

She mocked. "Shut up!" He thundered, facing her. "I don't want to hear another word from you. I don't even want to see you!" Hissing, he dashed out of the sitting room, leaving Jessica angry. "Argh!!!" Jessica screamed, stomping upstairs. She went into her room, and opened her wardrobe violently. She pulled out her clothes aggressively until her eyes fell on a box. With a wicked smile, she grabbed it and opened it. As she saw the vail of aphrodisiac inside, her smile grew wider.

Jessica gasped, her back arching involuntarily. What kind of fucked up situation is this?? She was fucking trapped...impaled on Riven’s relentless cock while his ex-wife lavished attention on her breasts, switching from one to the other with hungry, possessive sucks. “Claire…” Riven warned, though his voice was rough with arousal. He didn’t stop fucking Jessica. If anything, the sight of his ex on her knees seemed to spur him on, his thrusts growing more powerful. Claire pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening. “Don’t stop on my account. She has such pretty tits… and they look even better when they bounce like.”

“The Mistress Circle. Betrayed women, abandoned wives. Together, we are stronger than the men who broke us. They thought we were weak. They were wrong.” Olivia’s pulse raced. She remembered whispers of women who met in secret, rumors of rituals. She hadn’t wanted to believe it, but Jessica’s eyes told her it was true. “You hurt yourself,” Olivia whispered, “just to trap Ethan.” Jessica’s lips curled. “And it worked. Didn’t it?” Jessica reached into her coat and pulled out a small vial. The liquid inside glimmered dark green. She held it between them like an offering. “This is what’s left,” Jessica said softly. “A single drop will burn through a body in hours. I know. I’ve tested it.”

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.

“I’m going to undress right here. If you don't flinch or look away, I’ll accept that you aren't attracted to me. But otherwise...” Before I could even open my mouth to shut her down, Jessica yanked her shirt straight over her head and tossed it to the floor. With practiced, agonizing slowness, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, keeping her dark eyes locked directly onto mine to track my reaction. Her bare, plush breasts spilled out into the open air, standing exposed between us, a blatant, unfiltered invitation to reach out, grab them, and take whatever I wanted. My body went rigid. Instead of taking the bait, I squeezed my eyes shut, turning my face toward the ceiling.

He acted so much like a caregiver when he was here. "I just hate to see you like this. That Mia was certainly a menace. I don't usually say things like this, but I'm glad she's over for. The Earth will be safer without her" From the corner of my eyes, I could see Tristan's eyes widening, as he shook his head discreetly at Jessica. Jessica, whose acting skills were that of a bug, seemed to have caught on and her mouth formed an 'o' as her eyes flickered between Tristan and I in questioning.

"Sorry, I think I'm just a little nervous. Plus you should see your face. You're about to see your sister's cooter and you have this incredibly serious expression on." "I'm trying not to think about it that way. I'm trying to be clinical. This is my clinical face." "Oh, gotcha. Well, here goes." Jessica slowly lifted the towel until her small, barely-furred sex came into view. She had shaved most of her pubic triangle. The little bit of hair that was left was close trimmed short. Her labia were tiny and the same delicate pink color as her nipples. Like the rest of her, Jess's adorable little pussy was essentially perfect. Winston stared in admiration, the image burning into his brain.

Then she let it fall on the floor once again, revealing her round breasts to Jeston. Jeston’s eyes never left her bodies. Every part of her seemed like inviting him to touch and kiss her. ‘D@mn! She’s so hot. She has abs.’ Jeston couldn’t help but drool over her sexy body. Lastly, Alexa removed her underwear, revealing her clean-shaven pussy to Jeston. ‘Oh, F*ck! She’s also clean and smooth down there.’ Jeston became more turned on and aroused by the sight in front of him.

He immediately invited the red-head girl as soon as they finished cleaning the remnants and mess in the hideous study. They were in the woman’s car. Both magnificently undressed. “It’s a good thing to know that whenever you’re frustrated, you release your frustration by thrusting someone inside,” Vesta remarked, her bare breasts bouncing in their rhythmic oscillation. Cyrill’s unclothed olive-colored chest was beaming with sweat, making anyone plunged into sexual craziness if they ever witnessed his glorious naked figure. He honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. This coitus and the dead bodies earlier.