Liberty Valentine Onlyfans Novels & Stories

He informed her and the old lady laughed at him. She moved a little closer where their body is almost five inches away only. Val couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his fantasies to be real. To hear the moan of an old woman begging for his mighty cock to get inside her cunt. "I have unfinished works, sir. I run into you because I'm on my way home" she told him. Val took one step back and smiled at her. He was a bit embarrassed. "I see," he said. They're too quiet inside. Val keeps controlling himself not to touch her. He bit his lower lip to stay good.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, ASSAULT, MURDER, TRAUMA, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REVENGE THEMES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. VALERIA As a little girl, I dreamed big—actress, a pop star, designer maybe or a model... basically anything that would slap my face on Vogue and of course lots of paparazzi attention. Well, here I am... margarita in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling—when I see a picture of me and Dante on the Daily Mail. My lips curl at the headline; Blue Cyber CEO spotted with new lover. New lover, alright.

My baby’s working hard for me, and I’m in Seoul having the time of my life, getting spoils from a rich and powerful man. I’m a monster. ***** Valentin “Harder, baby!” She hissed at the mirror, one of walls enclosing the VIP changing room. Valentin gripped that perfectly raised ass, his finger pads sinking into the flesh, and slammed the full length of him into her. Her hot walls clamped superbly around him, and a low grunt of fierce pleasure spilled from his lips before he rammed in again… and again…. “I love your dick, Val, baby,” she panted, spreading her lips to take in more of him. “So big… so strong…..”

Liberty can’t help but hide her gasp at my appearance, whereas Pierce and Nate try to hide their laughs behind their coffee mugs. “Oh shut up…” I smirk back at them, taking a seat at the table. “What’s all this?” I notice files placed neatly next to Nate with a picture of Liberty. “It’s a picture of Liberty which is now on the dark web. Odin has approved the search himself.” Nate updates looking up at Reuben. “What?” I gasp leaning forward to look at the picture. Wow, she was gorgeous. I mean she is anyway, but this was a picture of a somewhat carefree Liberty with long flowing blonde hair, she did look like Reuben. Both of them share similar features.

Unscripted Ruin Intro; This is a brutal, Filthy BDSM Erotica. Nyx Valente thought she’d seen it all. As one of the industry’s most sought-after sex p**n star, she’d been bound, fucked and used. Every inch of her body claimed for the camera, but nothing could’ve prepared her for Zephyr Dain. He too is a p**n legend. A goddamn force of nature. A man who didn’t just dominate he destroyed. From the moment she stepped on set, the power shifted. It wasn’t an act. It wasn’t just a scene. It was real.

… Back in her bedroom, Nyla picked up her phone and found a string of messages from Valarie, filled with pictures from the wedding. She scrolled through them, saving every single one before sending a message. Nyla: [Valarie, thank you so much for today! You worked so hard!] Then she transferred 10,000 dollars as a gift. … Valarie was at a bar, drinking with Stefan, completely unaware of Nyla's message. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and under the dim lights, she looked dangerously alluring. Stefan's gaze darkened. "Veevee, you're drunk. Let me take you home."

A familiar voice called in my bedroom. "I'm taking a bath" I answered. The door opened and Valentin entered with a smile. "I really love what I'm seeing" she said seductively as she took off her clothes and stepped in the shower in front of me. Valentine was tall with a slim sexy figure, but what I loved mostly about her was how she wasn't clingy to me, we were more like sex lovers. She knelt down in front of me and took my dick in her hand, I smirked when she began stroking it gently.

Valentine sat without invitation. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “Valentine.” “Last name?” “None.” Another pause. The woman crossed her arms. “What can you do?” Valentine leaned back. “I can vanish. I can listen. I can make people underestimate me and regret it later. I don’t drink on jobs. I don’t talk when I’m paid to stay quiet.” “And when you’re not paid?” “I still don’t talk,” Valentine said. “I just remember.”

I murmured, covering my face with my hands. "What?" Valentine asked, pulling my soaked panties down my legs. "We’re making a p**n show," I whisper, and Valentine laughs deeply. "F**k yeah we are. For our eyes only." He tosses the front of the apron over his shoulder, pulling me toward the end of the bed. I peeked out at him between my fingers, then over to the camera. This is just too erotic. I don’t know how I can watch myself having s*x. I’ve gotten more confident in my body since being with Valentine, but I still don’t like looking at myself on camera.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.