Latina Vr Novels & Stories

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

“Look at you!“ Her eyes flicked down. “You're dripping, Zevara. Look at your cum littering the floor.“ I glanced down at myself and yeah.. it was true. My cum is sliding down my thighs—down to my toes. How is this possible? Am still wearing my panties, isn't it? She breathed in. “Now… I want to lick your cum. I want to claim that virgin cunt with my tongue.“ Fear ignited inside me. Lick my cum? Is she also bisexual like her daughter? And again… how did everyone still excepted that I would still be a virgin? Did I look that innocent? “Selena, I want to have a share of her too,” Caius said. “I want to fuck her tight mouth.“ “Me too, Selena,” Sebastian chipped in. “That virgin pussy is mine.“ “

“I worship Xenia, the god of justice, freedom and equality between men.” The woman rolled her eyes, “Are you from Mount Sinah? I heard that the people there worshipped Xenia. I guess that is true.” “Madam I'll tell you a secret,” Violet whispered near the older woman's ear, “I was exploited by my lover. One day when I couldn't bear it, I prayed for his demise and the next day, I heard need that he was beheaded.” The older woman gasped, then looked at her daughter and faked a smile, “Go back to your work, I'll talk to the newbie.”

The view was her messy room again. She closed her eyes. She is still lethargic. "Father, father," she whispered.That girl is Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI. In their town, she's the naughtiest but the smartest as they say. At her young age, she learned how to read and write, yet she didn't consider herself the smartest. She believes that she is just a quick learner or maybe because her dad is a professor.

“You will learn when the time comes.” “When is that,” I asked. His smile widened in a creepy way. “Soon.” We were dissmissed immediately after that. And I barely had the strength to carry myself out, so I relied on Nyx (a short form for Nyxara) to move. She wrapped her fingers around my wrists and helped me move. “You should not speak so much,” she whispered as we reached the corridor. “They notice.” “They already noticed—” I replied. “That I exist. And that seems to offend them.”