Jessica Vestal Sexy Novelas e Histórias

Always wet, always ready, always throbbing for the thick cock that tore her apart every night. It was a Friday at the end of March, São Paulo sweltering under a humid heat that made clothes stick to skin. The office air-conditioning couldn’t keep up. Jéssica left early, claiming a headache. She wore a light white dress, almost transparent under the right light, short enough to flash the curve of her ass with every step. No panties, no bra—the sacred rule now. Her nipples rubbed against the thin fabric, hard since mid-afternoon when Fabian sent a simple message:

"You own me, Lolita." "Good girl," I murmured, a wicked, triumphant smirk curving my lips. By the ropes, the tension had reached a breaking point. Jessica was practically vibrating. Her breathing was ragged, her pristine white suit a stark contrast to the violence in the dirt. Unable to look away from the raw, feral display of my absolute monarchy, Jessica’s hand slid down her own thigh. Her fingers pressed deep into the fabric of her trousers. She was entirely mesmerised, her lips parted in a silent, hungry moan. She was touching herself right there in the open sunlight, completely overcome, her arousal spiking violently as she watched me conquer the island's deadliest threat.

“Says the girl with ten shopping bags and counting.” As we entered another store, Jessy suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened like she’d just discovered treasure. “Oh… my… god…” she whispered theatrically, grabbing a hanger off the rack. “Haven. You HAVE to try this on.” I followed her gaze and instantly recoiled. “Nope. Absolutely not.” She held up the outfit for me to see. It was… well… barely anything. A red lace teddy with sheer panels, plunging neckline, and strategically placed ribbons. It was the kind of lingerie that screamed ‘I-have-sinful-intentions-tonight’.

If it was to be one of my slave's I would rip her skin off her bones with the anger burning inside me. "Jessica?". I called in disbelief as I sat up on the bed. I monitored the step she took towards me. She paused and glanced at me with a grin on her face. "I knew you would come back". I said inaudibly as her hands went down to her robe. She loosened it and it dropped to the ground, revealing her in the transparent white dress . Her boobs and pointed nipples were on display which suddenly turned me on. I admired the silittehouse of her sexy curves through the dress, she was looking so hot. My cock twitched painfully as she joined me on the bed. She laid beside me like a true submissive, star

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.

He felt unfamiliar in a way that frightened me more than I let myself admit. I noticed. I just didn’t pull the thread. Mikela appeared in the doorway already dressed and already moving. She crossed the room and stopped behind me in the mirror. “VIP three needs coverage. Right now.” “I’m not scheduled for a private meeting tonight.” “The client's already there. Paid in full, good record, clean.” Her eyes held mine in the reflection. “I’m stacked and you’re the only one I trust. Five minutes, Zara.” “Mikela”

“Please. If Stefan​ showe‌d up and ask‌e‍d you to d⁠inner, you’d alre​ady​ be dressed.” Jessica smiled. “Fair.” Jessica laughed. “You told me to step out of my com⁠fort zone. Now we’re bot​h doing it.” H​er phone rang. She grabb⁠ed it. A‍lex⁠. “Oh—here,” she sai‌d, tossing a sequin dress a​t Jessica. “W‍ear that.” ​ ​“Does it come wi‌th pants?‍” Jess​ica aske‍d.

When I turned, it was Jessica. Of course. This bitch has been trying for so long to get inside my pants even before Aveline showed up. Well, she's in luck because right now, anything will do. “I know you’re stressed,” she purred, stepping closer. “Let me help you forget.” Her fingers trailed down my abs, slipping under the hem of my tank top, then tugged at the strings of my shorts. She turned, pressing her back against me and sliding her body slowly down and up against my crotch.

Matt lets his gaze travel down that V-neck, noting the way the silk hitches over her heavy curves and ass as she shifts her weight. "Trust me," Jessica says, leaning in until he can see the faint shimmer of sweat on her collarbone. "I’m an expert on things that kick.”

If anything, his hand came to rest on the edge of the desk beside me, caging me in. “Stay,” he murmured, almost a command, his gaze locking on mine. The gravel in his voice made it sound like a promise and a threat all at once. The door cracked open, and there she was, Celeste. Every inch of her was polished, from the sleek black dress to the perfect red lips. Her eyes flicked over me before landing on Julian, a smirk curling. “Well,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”