Marie Temara Sextape Novels & Stories

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

"Ma'am, we tracked one of the original leaks to a media broker in Taguig. The account was held by a shell company once associated with Marie Drams." Jamaica's expression grew dark. "So it was her." "Not quite," the man replied. "There's another name an investor from abroad. Anonymous transfers, encrypted messages. Whoever they are, they're paying for the smear." Jamaica leaned back slowly. “And where is Marie now?” “At her daughter’s hospital, ma’am. Publicly tending to Candy.” Jamaica’s eyes narrowed. “Publicly,” she repeated. Then, softly, “Turn the car. We’re visiting an old friend.”

*Trigger warning* *abuse content, sexual content, mature content* Emmanuel grabbed me by my hips and began to kiss my lips feverishly as if there were no tomorrow. He began to descend from my lips to my neck leaving no skin untouched. His lips felt warm and soft, I felt myself drowning with lust for him. He kissed me like a mad man, needing to feel my body. My body responded in a way that would make any woman feel loved and needed, I felt my intimate area getting warmer and wet by the second. I felt like nothing else mattered but Manny and I, "Marianna, I love you, please let me have you right here right now" he pleaded against my shoulder.

“Shit, Lee, what kind of video is it?” Lee shook his head again, turned the volume on his phone up and pressed play before handing it to Marella. Marella gasped when Norah cupped Kelley’s groin and Lee could see the disgust and anger in her eyes. “That fucking whore,” she whispered. She watched the whole video, glancing at Lee when he spoke on the video. A glimmer of something flashed in her eyes as Kelley dismissed Norah and when the video ended she handed his phone back to him. “Let’s go,” Marella said.

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The butler takes a step closer, his tall frame towering over her. "I saw you, Miss Marie, in all your glory. I saw you undress, revealing your exquisite body. I watched as you touched yourself, your fingers gliding over your soft skin, teasing your nipples until they hardened. And when you slipped your hand between your thighs, I witnessed the pleasure you gave yourself." Marie's breath quickens as she recalls her solo sessions, unaware that she was being watched. "You... you saw all that?"

Arthur’s Pov Alicia muffled her screams in her pillow, kicking her legs in the air as she read another straight up naughty text from the stranger she’s been sexting for a month. She threw the pillow out of her face and stared at his message again, his name she saved as ‘Sext Buddy’ flashing on the screen and her face burned as she read the message again. Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now.]

Spencer is with us when Susan rushes up glaring at us. "You got Sebastian to come after me, she growls, I'm not lying Maya is yours Ben I was only fucking you five years ago you fucking dick",Marie growls viciously. "Look here you slutbag, Marie growls at her, my mate is not a dick and from where I'm sitting you are acting fucking desperate and no man likes that. We are mate. Mated and marked so your little stunt to get him won't work now back the fuck up and leave us pass. When the results are in then we talk",I'm impressed and fucking turned on as I walk away leaving Susan shocked.

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

I peer through the narrow opening, my breath caught in my throat. Damien has Marie pressed against the wall, her dress pushed up around her waist. His hands grip her hips possessively as he thrusts into her with rough, wild movements. Marie’s head is thrown back in pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her lips parted in soft cries. The sight hits me like a punch to the gut, raw, intimate, and completely shameless. The way he moves, the sounds they make, the complete lack of care that anyone might walk by, it all fuels a storm of emotions inside me.