Jojo Cursed Images Novels & Stories

“You look… edible. Seriously. If I were into dick, I’d be on my knees for you right now.” I laughed, a nervous, breathy sound, and ran a hand through my messy hair. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you love me. You can’t be objective.” “Objective? My pussy is pulsing, Jules. That’s pretty fucking objective.” She turned the screen to me. A picture of me, sprawled on my bed, stared back. I was shirtless, the low-slung jeans doing a terrible job of hiding the fact I was commando and already half-hard. My head was thrown back, the line of my throat exposed, a sheen of sweat on my collarbones making my skin look like polished gold. “Look at that. This is Fire. You should definitely send that to Le

” Alfi is rummaging the bookshelf in front of him. He takes a book, opens it, scans it fast, drops it, and takes another one. ‘not only Muchiqueen, Doujin works of Ruckus, Sindoll, Jonpe, Sukurin, are here and they are fully translated.” Alfi said. ‘that’s strange, as I know, there’s just a circle whose works is to translate R18 Doujin works like that, and they don’t translate many though. Are there some circles with the same vision established after my death?” Jeje is wondering.

“I want you to watch something.” He pressed play. My own voice filled the kitchen. “Fuck… yes… use my tight little pussy…” My face went pale. It was the video. The full video. Me riding my toy, moaning like a whore, fingers pinching my nipples, begging the camera to breed me. I felt like I was going to throw up. “Where did you get that?” I whispered, voice shaking. Jace stepped closer, towering over me. “You really should be more careful with your cloud backup, princess. I’ve had this for weeks. Been jerking off to it every single night.”

Either way, HOT. One arm was bent, hand propped under his head. His other arm stretched out to take the photo. Sweet baby Jesus. I’m not sure how long I was staring at the zoomed-in picture, but apparently long enough to worry him. My phone started to buzz again. I sighed, closing the picture to check my messages. Collin: Cass? You okay? Did I go too far sending a tasteful nude? I say tasteful since the goods are covered. Cassidy: I’m here. That was… *fire emoji*

JC replied then took a coat for Anna from the hotel room cupboard and put it on Anna's naked body. Then JC opened his laptop to play the video of the two of them last night. He also took hot photos of him with Anna who was high. Anyone who sees it will have a bad feeling, especially Anna because JC is a very famous top artist. Many girls and women of all ages want to make love to him or be his girlfriend. "You should see this, honey, in case you forget what happened last night," said JC, starting to play the hot video by pressing the play button on his laptop.

Cum leaking from both. They stay inside me through the aftershocks. Hands stroking my sweat-soaked back. Voices low. “Good girl… such a perfect little stepsister… your fans are never going to forget this…” Knox reaches for the phone. Holds it up. Blows a kiss to the camera. “Subscribe for part two, babies. We own this pussy now.” He hits stop. I collapse between them. Cum leaking from both holes. Rope marks on my wrists. Clamp impressions on my nipples. My entire body humming.

I glanced around the room, searching for something I could use to break it because covering it felt pathetic. But as my hand closed around the cold plastic of the bedside alarm clock, a different idea clicked into place. “You’re going to fuck me and then disappear?” I scoffed, setting the clock back on the table. Fine. I’d show you exactly what you were missing, you stupid fuck with your nine-inch dick and your stupid god complex. The idea felt childish as I crossed back to the bed, but I didn’t give a fuck. I stared straight into the camera and slipped my nightgown over my head, letting it fall away until there was nothing left between me and the lens.

I clean up with the bath towel and walk into the room. My phone binges. Ignoring it, I pick up my body oil. Again, it beeps, but this time, it doesn't stop. I reach for it and open to see it’s from Jay. He’s delivered my photos. I randomly swipe, loving every angle and how good they turned out despite my lack of focus. The last photo leaves me speechless. It's the forbidden one we created in his studio. His sexy feet. My cum. My fucking pussy! I should feel scared in a ‘what if it leaks out’ way. Instead, the memories of earlier today hit me in hot flashes.

“We sat down on her couch and she told me the whole story. About 3 months before we were cursed, Josiah and a small handful from our pack kidnap her daughter and nephew. They were walking home from a middle school dance when Josiah snatched them. He sent a note to Skylar with some pictures. The pictures showed her daughter and nephew tied to chairs, gagged and her daughter’s clothes had been torn. The note read, ‘You do exactly as I say or you will never see your children again. I will be in touch and if you tell anyone I will send pieces of them home to you.’ Skylar and her sister went crazy. They told their coven, which was a mistake.” “The next day a package arrived. It contained her neph

He made her take a picture and send it to him six years ago, and if she knew this was what he planned on doing with it, she wouldn’t have sent it at all. She wanted to hide away in shame at the few pictures that followed, but she glanced at one and found him staring up at the pictures with pride. Some pictures scrolled, and she was with Darcy; in others, she was alone. The tenth picture was the first time she rocked the natural curls of her coarse afro hair. It wasn’t the best picture, and she face-palmed herself. She wished she could disappear. Her phone vibrated in her hand, and she brought it up to see a message from Jace.