Kayla Patterson Onlyfans Novels & Stories

she lifts the t-shirt to reveal the shortest shorts I have ever seen and Marcello clears his throat. I'm not even surprised the idiot still has his eyes on my girl. "Don't you think they are too short?" I cautiously ask in a low tone because it's clear she is In a bad mood this morning. "You have nothing to worry about" she assures pecking my lip before getting on her feet and walking away. And like when she came in, all eyes trail her retreating form. Mine included. I can't believe that girl has her clit pierced. She is so full of surprises. I thought the nipples got me until I had to put my tongue on her clit. Kay has me wrapped around her little finger and I can't unhook myself.

Part One: Zachariah Hunter ZOE My name is Zoe Daniels, and on the day I turned eighteen, I became an Only Fans model. My mother, who had just lost her husband a few years ago and was still reeling from the aftermath of taking care of an only daughter who was very rebellious, lost it. Without batting an eyelid, she gave me a choice. If I was going to become an Only Fans model, then I wasn't going to do it under her roof.

“Wait, what? Lila as in Morgana's daughter? The latest talent at Raven Media that you’re helping groom now?” Kayla nodded, leaning in closer. "Yes, I overheard her chatting on the phone with a friend, I think. She mentioned the name Henry Stanford, saying that he’s still her absolute, all-time crush.” My eyebrows shot up. “Oh, my gosh! Are you serious?” “Completely,” Kayla said, her eyes wide with excitement. “She also said that she's keeping tabs on him. She can't help it; she's used to still following him around.”

I wanted Blane to see me fully naked, bare cunt, bare tits, bare ass, all exposed. Crawling to the middle of the bed, I spread my thighs, keeping my knees bent, making sure my pussy faced the hallway leading to his room. Starting with two fingers I slid right into my snatch, no wasting time. I was already worked up due to days of not touching myself. I fucked my pussy hard, digging my fingers in my cunt but it wasn't enough. Why does Kayla get to jump on Blane's cock and I don't? With anger, I punished my pussy, using my other fingers to pinch my erect clit. Obscene squelching sounds filled the room as I shoved my fingers deeper.

She seems nice. "Hey Camara, I'm Kyla, I'm twenty." she says, shaking her hand and hugging her. "You're so nice!" this Camara says. "This is Cayden, she's twenty too." When I look over to Cayden, she looks at me, biting her lip at me and I immediately feel uncomfortable. "He's hot. Who's he?" Cayden asks. "Cayden, that's not cool. I told you that Vixen was her boyfriend. We all know that." Lyilah says before Kyla could get a word out.

But I couldn't deny the twisted part of me that was curious about what she had planned. Over the next few days, I received countless messages from the stranger who was helping Kayla. He sent me pictures of her in various states of undress, her body on display for any man who wanted her. He sent me videos of her pleasuring herself, moaning and begging for more. And he sent me messages from her, telling me how much she missed me, how much she needed this. I was torn between anger and arousal. I couldn't believe how far she had taken this fetish, but I couldn't deny the effect it was having on me. I found myself constantly checking my phone, eager to see what new depravity she had gotten hersel

He's not in any way like my Kyle. Kyle is more of an athlete than an ordinary man. Though, he was not spectacularly built. He was my height—five feet nine and a half inches. He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling eighty pounds more than I did, which flowed from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and handsomely squared jaws in an uninterrupted, unemphatic unity of strength. His daily work out pays off well. He needs to keep fit, for his job. And I need to keep sane, for my job. I rushed back to my laptop on the couch and continued my unending research on Paige Kam. So far, I've discovered that she never did social media. Or maybe she used an anonymous name. Cause I didn't fi

~Jolene’s POV~ Lana Luck, that's my screen name. I am a twenty year old Only Fans Model and I am not your typical virgin. Sure, I have never fucked a real man, but, but, but, I have fucked better. I have put every possible toy in my vag and a*s and I enjoy doing so, in front of all my subscribers. I am one of the most followed anonymous webcam models in America. With over 200k monthly subscribers and my earnings are in millions, mostly men, but I even have some female followers.

Justin’s POV Sitting beside Kayla on that tiny balcony, the taste of her still lingering on my lips, I felt the world shift. Lila’s teasing laugh was a rare lightness, a reminder of family amidst the storm. The X post stung like a fresh bruise, but Kayla’s warmth, her strength, was worth any scandal. Lila walking in was a wake-up call—lock the door, protect what we have. From that charity auction where I first saw her, all curves and defiance in a room full of suits, to this Montclair moment, she was my home. Xiamond’s AI branding campaign—a social media app using machine learning—was long over, irrelevant next to Kayla’s fire, from our first meeting to now at 24. The media could scream, X c

Eric’s next line made me roll my eyes so hard I nearly pulled a muscle. “You’re a lucky man. She’s fucking beautiful. Like really gorgeous.” “Yeah, I know,” Shane said. “So… did you hire her or something? Like off OnlyFans, or another site? I wanted to know if I could hire her too.” I sat up in bed, with my mouth open in disbelief. Shane’s voice went dangerously calm. “What?” After Eric tried to play it off, Shane shut his ass down. “No. She’s actually a thriving artist and she’s my fucking woman. She’s not on OnlyFans, and I know your simple minded ass already checked. So whatever little game this is, you need to step the fuck off.”