Maddie Moore Onlyfans Novels & Stories

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It’s Katie. My 19-year-old stepsister Katie has an OnlyFans. I click. The username is “KittyKat19.” Hundreds of videos. Thousands of subscribers. I watch five clips with the volume low, heart hammering, cock already hard. Every moan is the same one I’ve heard through the wall when she thinks everyone’s asleep. By sunrise I have screenshots, a full folder, and an email draft addressed to Mom with the link and the caption “You should see what Katie does for money.”

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Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

Without even bothering to get to know who I am first, she's already insinuating that I might be one of the sluts fucking with the jerk next to her. “Forgive me darling,” she chirps to me and flashes her teeth in a wide smile as she springs up on a kneeling position on the sofa, stretching forth her hand to me. Tiny tattoos of black flowers and star constellations are scattered beautifully from her wrist all the way up to her arm. “I am Madison, but you can call me Maddie,” she introduces herself. Her facial expression crunches into a slight scowl of disapproval as she scrutinizes my outfit with her winter blue eyes, “I bet you have a smexy body hidden right underneath all that, right?”

Andrew might have me tied in knots, but he wasn’t the only one watching. And hell, he even followed my account. That asshole was probably one of the anonymous tip-givers—always lurking, always quiet. If he was gonna keep his distance in person, I’d just put it right in his face on a screen. Let him see what he was missing. I grabbed my phone and opened the OnlyFans app, thumbing through the messages and comments. My fans were getting antsy. Good. Let them wait just a second longer.

Eloise’s POV The steam from Wayne’s shower hits the bathroom’s glass. The effect firmly masks his naked silhouette, exactly what I need because having his nudity in my phone is crossing the line. I’m in my nightie; a pair of pink spaghetti straps top that wraps tightly to my big tits, and barely gives me a chance to breathe, while the bottom is a pair of matching pink shorts, so tiny that the hem of it stops halfway down my bum cheeks. On second thought, I switch over to my OnlyFans site. No one gets to see it if it's saved in my draft, right? It always ends up wasted but the thrill of getting seen feels better than just recording.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.