Lil Peep Pictures Novels & Stories

L] I took my pink dildo out of my drawer and took my panties off. [Yeah, I've got my dildo, I'm pretending it's your fat cock. E] [Fuck yeah, fuck that little pussy as hard as I'd be pounding you right now. Send me a photo. L] I'd never taken sexy photos before, but I figured he just wanted as dirty as possible for his wank. I positioned my phone camera by my pussy and pushed the dildo in deep, I opened up my pussy lips with my fingers and rubbed over my exposed clit and took some photos. I sent them to Leo.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

Lisa began, before hitting the clicker, causing some images to enter the blank page of the presentation. These pictures made my eyes grow wide. There were four pictures, and they were of Lisa, but these were not pictures of her at work or on a casual day. No, they were far from professional or decent for that matter. These were pictures of her at play. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt the heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight purple top, scooped low so her large boobs were just pouring out from within. She wore a skirt that barely went below her a*s, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, millimeters away from showi

"If so, why are you trying to keep them low? Sing out for me, my sweet girl. Let me hear how fucking good you feel." “I'd rather you see,” I admit. “I want you to see the way my fingers trail along my skin, down my stomach, and between the folds of my pussy, where my swollen clit is waiting for release.” Whimpering, I do exactly that, releasing my nipple and trailing my hand down my body until it dips between my thighs. And once it is in place, I pull my phone away from my ear, take a picture of what I'm doing, and then send it to L.

Caleb’s POV I was fully aware that Cheryl wasn’t going to be at home that morning. But I wasn’t about to let Lila know that. Hours earlier, Cheryl had made her plans for the day known to me. That was right before she sent a raunchy picture of her that was supposed to keep my mind busy with thoughts of her all through. But the image of Lila laying naked under me was the only thing my mind could entertain. Hers had been the best pussy I’d ever been in. Wrong as our actions had been, I found myself wanting it even more. The last thing I expected to ever do was to have sex with Cheryl’s younger sister, but now that I had, it was the only thing I looked forward to. She made my blood boil in a way

Swiping through my gallery, I stopped at a picture of Liam. I smiled biting my lips. It was a selfie of him. Him in a smaller boxer. He winked, his tongue out to rest on his lips. My eyes moved down to his stomach then to his V line, and I suddenly felt hot. My down below aching. Goddess. At this point, I could be called a whore at how fast I react to Laim and he knew this, because he kept sending all his naked or half-naked photos to tease me.

“Now do what you do in your videos. Show Daddy how you play with yourself.” Lila blushed deep red but obeyed. She climbed onto his bed, knelt in front of him, and started touching herself. She cupped her small tits, pinching her nipples and moaning softly, just like SweetLily. Her hand slid down her flat stomach to her pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, then spread her pink lips with two fingers. “Mmm… yes…” she whispered, eyes half-closed. Jake pulled his shorts down and his long thick cock sprang out. Lila’s eyes widened when she saw it up close. He stroked it slowly while watching her.

Not yet. Over the next few days, the teasing escalated. Lila made sure to “accidentally” leave her door ajar while changing, giving him peeks of her stripping down—slowly peeling off leggings to reveal lacy thongs, or unhooking bras to let her breasts bounce free. One afternoon, while Sophia napped, Lila sunbathed by the pool in a bikini that was more string than fabric. The top barely contained her, nipples visible through the wet material after a dip. Ethan watched from the window, hand pressing against his growing erection, fantasizing about ripping it off and taking her right there on the lounger—rough, urgent, her legs over his shoulders as he pounded into her. She caught him staring, w

Ben saw the image was of an older man with a stocky build and close-cropped grey hair. His barrel chest was matted with grey curls. He was standing at the foot of a large bed, taking his clothes off. The camera must have been positioned on the headboard aiming down the bed. On the mattress was a dark-skinned young man with long, wavy black hair. He was naked and quite erect. Liliya swept her finger across the picture to the left, and the next image file appeared. The older man was naked now, and the young man had taken his cock in his mouth. The older man's head was thrown back in bliss. She flipped through the images faster and faster, and Ben saw the young man had performed a number of sex

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...