Jessica Vestal Sexy Novelas e Histórias

“Alpha… knot me.” Kai could never say no to Jessica. He drew back until just the tip was inside before thrusting forward, watching Jessica fall apart beneath him, mouth open and lips wet and red. He didn’t bother working up to the rapid tempo – he fucked into Jessica fast and rough, teeth dragging across his chest, hands pinning Jessica’s wrists above his head.

“You might as well spread the word. Sed’s mine for the next two months. I won’t put up with any of you slutty groupies touching him.” The young woman slid into her lilac-colored thong and matching tiny bra. “I think that’s his decision, not yours.” “He likes it when I’m possessive. Run along now.” Jessica removed her T-shirt and contemplated if she should wear a bra. The twisted styling of her top’s bodice had plenty of support and it had a single tie around the neck. Her straps would show and she had no idea where she’d packed her strapless bra. Deciding against any undergarments, she slipped the green form-fitting top over her head.

Jessica’s resolve however dissipated the moment Josiah landed in the store room with his bulge rising in his pants like a tent pole. “Someone needs help it seems”, Jessica seductively drawled before unzipping him and latching her mouth to his prick. “How do you keep this monster dick tamed?’, she asked thoroughly aroused as she sucked on his pre cum. Josiah groaned. This woman could beat any of his other women hands down when it came to pleasuring a man. Not able to contain himself, he pulled down her charcoal black pencil skirt and black and white lacy panties while Jessica herself unbuttoned her white and red frilled office shirt and stood in her matching lacy bra with her big tits bulging

He announced as he stretched his hand out to Jessica for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Wax. I'm Jessica Vegas and just so we are clear, I'm not Mr. Westham's girlfriend. I'm his babysitter!" She declared as she grabbed Mr. Wax's hand

Jian explored every corner of the room then Jian was shocked when he saw the shadow of a woman he knew. "Boss, Jessica is here" Yusa looked at the makeup room where Jessica was dressing up, Evan's wife was actually in this cafe and Jessica's appearance looked very open. Jessica wore a transparent black G-string and tight clothes that showed off her body shape. Yusa was embarrassed to see Jessica's appearance, like she wasn't even wearing clothes. "It seems Evan likes marry with a woman who had many men, boss," Jian chuckled. "He doesn't even know his wife's side job"

Leading Jessica downstairs, Justin positioned her in front of the mirror to witness her own beauty. Gasping, Justin found Jessica's reflection in the mirror captivating and breathtaking. Lowering his head, he whispered into her ear, "You look stunning, but there's one more gift."

Jackson: Don’t threaten me. I bit my lip. Stupid butterflies. I am not built for butterflies. Before I could spiral, the curtain opened again. Jessa stepped out. And— Oh. This one worked. Soft navy. Off-shoulder sleeves that framed her collarbone elegantly. Fitted bodice — structured, not suffocating. Flowing skirt that skimmed her hips instead of trying to reshape them. It didn’t fight her body. It welcomed it. She stood awkwardly. “Well…?”

I groan as she licks it two more times, and then she places her mouth around the head, sucking as she strokes my shaft. “Tabby….” I try to blurt, but I can’t tell her to stop. This just feels too damn good, and on top of that, I have been watching Jessica Waitress all night. The uniforms here are designed to be sexy but tasteful, and Jessica wears it well. I glance out the window and watch as she bends over, cleaning a table. The skirt rides up, and her ass almost shows; and I groan, grabbing Tabby’s hair, fisting it as pleasure consumes me. My imagination starts to run wild, and I begin fantasizing about that table and all the things I could do to Jessica while she was on it.

the handsy man pleads, but the King stares at me. Jessica saunters over, her hand casually trailing between her tits and up to her collarbone as she walks. She stops in front of the King, a coy smile playing on her lips as she leans close to whisper in his ear. “Think about it, darling. A woman who can get close enough to you without suspicion and weasels her way into the VIP area. Doesn’t that sound like a prostitute?” The movements Jessica makes intrigue me as if she can turn on and off her sex appeal.

Jessica smirked. "Alright, where's this itch?" Kanyon couldn't wait to scratch her back so she could spill the beans about Selene when he noticed Jessica taking off her clothes. “The itch is right here,” Jessica let out while pointing at her private area. "Can you see if you can get it for me?" She sat down on the couch, careful not to bother the hand with the IV, and then she spread her legs wide for Kanyon. Kanyon didn't need for his wife to tell him twice. In less than ten seconds, he was naked and pumping inside her.