Marie Temara Sextape Novels & Stories

“Mmmph… what delicious tits… so big… so soft… I’m going to bite them until they’re marked. Pray, Sister… pray while I fill you with cum. Pray out loud so I can hear it.” Clara moaned and screamed with every thrust, her body being shaken on the marble. She tried to pray, but the words came out jumbled with pleasure: “Ave… aaaah… Maria… full of… cum… blessed art thou… among… the whores… aaaahhh… Father… fuck me harder… don’t stop… rip my pussy… fill me… fill me with hot cum…”

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

Maria watched with tears in her eyes, clutching Charles' clothes. Just then, Charles' phone rang again. This time it was an email. Charles casually opened the email and clicked the link. As soon as the video started playing, the man's harsh laughter came through, "Hehe... Charles, look at your wife. She's so tempting and so sexy..." "Hmm?" Maria turned her head curiously to look at Charles' phone. She immediately saw Mia lying on the bed with her eyes closed and her mouth taped shut. "Ah! Is this..."

Webster fires back. "You've been doing it for our sake? Don't even dream of making it seem like that. Everything you've been doing, you've been doing for your own selfish reasons. Your sleeping with them isn't just because you wanted the contract for Dad. Tell me, who in their right mind records their intimate moments with other people's husbands? You keep calling me a husband snatcher when in reality you aren't innocent either. Tell me — the people you've been sleeping with, don't they have wives? The prime minister — haven't you been friend-zoning his wife while secretly screwing the old guy? Don't even remind me of the things you've done!" Marie yells back.

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.👍

] My hand froze over the screen. That nickname… Fucking weird. But what was weirder? The contact was pinned to the top. The phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture. I shouldn’t look. This was Maya’s business. But my eyes were already locked on the screen. The photo showed a set of black lace lingerie. So sheer it was almost transparent. Next to it… My face burned. Things I’d only seen in movies. Bondage gear. My heart pounded. Maya was into…

"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.