Liana Wilder Porn Novels & Stories

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

He fed his cock into her mouth again, slow and deep, letting her set the pace as she bobbed on the dildo. Jade straddled the bed behind her, hands roaming—pinching nipples, slapping Lila’s ass lightly, then harder, until her skin bloomed pink. The rhythm built: Lila grinding down on the toy, rising up, sinking again; Victor fucking her mouth in lazy thrusts; Jade’s fingers occasionally reaching under to circle her clit. Minutes or hours—she lost track—until she was sobbing around Victor’s cock, so close, so desperate. “Please,” she gasped when he pulled out to let her breathe. “Please let me come.”

After a few minutes, Mathew returned, smiling from ear to ear. “You look too happy,” Kieran muttered. “What is it?” “Of course I am happy,” Mathew said, grinning wider. “Why?” “Why do you keep asking why? Because there is a new woman who is willing to sell her virginity.” Kieran’s chest tightened. Damn. ***************** Meanwhile, outside the hospital, Liana covered her mouth with trembling hands as she stepped out of her father’s room. Once outside, she leaned against the wall, hugged herself tightly, and broke down in tears.

Riley blinked, caught between surprise and mild panic, as the announcer continued. “She is fierce and confident—breaking records as the first Wild Cat to enter the Top 100 on her very first trial!” The massive projector flickered to life behind him, flashing with clips of Riley’s fight with Kika—every punch, every takedown—and still images of her standing victorious, the crowd around her roaring in the footage. Some people clapped, some whispered, others stared in thinly veiled envy. But in one corner of the room, two pairs of eyes—Lucas’s and Theo’s—watched her with very different kinds of hunger.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

She has an innocent face but when it's time for bedtime, she's wild enough to get a man like me to go to his knees and licked that pussy admiringly. I'm looking at her slow action profoundly as I wait for her next exciting move patiently. I am pausing calmly to see her finally riding my cock, just like a wild bitch. I know bitch is not the correct word for my darling. But the dirty words are just like fuel when it comes to sex. They help you to feel hotter and aroused. Even the women also liked to hear these words during sex. They will not go to confess that, but they all loved to hear dirty talk from their man doing this kind of stuff. Because this made them go more wild and crazy with thei

I muttered, grabbing a pen from the bar and clicking it. Day opened a notebook and handed it to me. “Lights and restrooms today. Then they’ll start with furniture and getting all the little things out of the way.” “I guess they got a few too many extra men in.” I laughed. “Probably. So, aside from a Screaming Orgasm and a Blow Job, what are you thinking?” she grinned devilishly. “Slippery Nipple? Silk Panty Martini? Climax?” Her eyes glittered with laughter. “This is a high-end establishment.” I sat up straight. “But I really, really want to put them on just for giggles.”

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

She quickly snatched the phone and glared at him. "Aren't you too old to be taking perverted pictures??", Sindhu asked annoyed. She couldn't view the pictures since it was locked with a password. "Young lady, I am wrongfully accused. I am no pervert and definitely not old.", John said looking at Sindhu aggrieved. Then he quickly unlocked his phone and showed Sindhu the selfie he took of himself. He seemed proud of himself. Sindhu rolled her eyes at his childishness and said, "Okay, maybe you are not a pervert but you are definitely old." Sindhu pointed at the grey hairs and smiled triumphantly.

Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”