Monica Potter Sexy の小説・ストーリー

In the heat of the moment, Nathan roughly tore Monica’s clothes, ripping them open to reveal her chest, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Nathan moved his lips to her right breast while his fingers toyed with the left. Monica’s hands gripped Nathan’s muscular shoulders, which were still covered by a thin white shirt. Finally, with a quick movement, Nathan threw off his shirt, exposing his chest. Monica, now fully enticed, moved to Nathan’s left ear, heightening the man’s desire as her slender fingers gently brushed his chest.

I looked over at Claire and saw the pain in her eyes, but I kept walking. I took Monica to an empty classroom and locked the door. Monica began kissing me, and I felt like it was burning my skin painfully. I tried to ignore the feeling as she unzipped my pants. She removed my pants, got on her knees, and began messaging my cock with her hand. Then she started sucking my cock, but it wouldn't get hard; I didn't feel any pleasure, only disgust for letting another she-wolve touch me that wasn't my Mate. "Monica, stop," I growled, and she got up off the floor

Concern flashed across his face as he hesitated, unsure whether to comfort her, speak, or slip away. But as he took a silent step closer, Phillip’s eyes widened. One of Monica May’s hands was clearly underneath her skirt, moving with urgent need. Her body shivered with pleasure, not sadness. His cock twitched hard inside his designer slacks, thickening rapidly at the erotic sight. She was masturbating—right here in the office, lost in her own filthy little world.

Monica clawed at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as if she could hold herself together that way. Each touch pushed a cry from her lips. Spencer held her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “You’re mine, Monica. Say it.” She blinked up at him, pupils blown wide. “I… I can’t…” He flicked harder, the pleasure deeper. Her head dropped back with a gasp. “Say it.” Her body trembled beneath him. “I’m yours,” she whispered. And that was all he needed. Monica couldn’t believe sex could make her feel so slutty. Her body trembled as she gripped his arms, shaking violently. Shame crept in—again. The second time. And she tried to pull away.

“Ahhh! Ahhh…Ahhh!” Monica’s cries filled my ears as her voice got louder than before. My eyes were glued to the unexpected scene of Monica bent over her desk with the skirt of her dress lifted up to expose her lower body. Behind her, Mister Helkins had his hands on her naked hips as he thrusted his hips against her while Monica continued to cry out loudly. What is going on here…?

“This is what a real woman feels like. Not that tight little college pussy you’ve been settling for. Say it.” “You feel so much better,” I gasped, hands gripping her ass. “So fucking good—” She laughed darkly, grinding her clit against me with every thrust. “Emily could never take you like this. She’s just a girl playing house. I’m the one who owns this cock now.” Monica rode me mercilessly, then spun around into reverse cowgirl so I could watch her thick ass bounce. The wet sounds of her pussy devouring my bare cock filled the room. She reached back and spread herself wider, giving me a filthy view.

I was not that well blessed, but she took my cock into her hand. “My, he is a beauty, isn’t he?” Monica remarked, knowing it was less than half the size of Thomas, her husband’s. “Let’s see if we can revive some old desires for him!” Monica took my cock up to her mouth immediately. I placed my hands onto my hips, leaning my body out to her.

I shift and slowly approach her. "Monica," I say softly. She doesn't move. "Please, Monica, let me explain," I say, kneeling beside her. "Explain what? That finger fucking multiple women isn't sex. That letting those women touch you in only the way your mate should isn't sex. How about the bitch in the alley that says she's your mate? Which of those would you like to explain to me? Right now, I want to tell you to take your fucking stallion ass out of here because I deserve better." She wipes her face but doesn't look at me.

"Well, girls, exit now and let her change." "Madam, can't we watch? Madam's body is like a goddess," one gay guy suggested. "Yes, I want a body like that," another one added. "Heeeh!" Monica interrupted them. "She's still a virg*n, so you can't see her body. Shooo.. out!" "Come on, let's go, or we might lose our bonus," one of them said, and they all laughed while leaving. While Monica was choosing clothes, she glanced at herself. This woman is very beautiful. Why didn't Monte like her back then?

"You're a psychopath. You need to be put down like a mad dog." Monica straightened, and slowly her face cleared. "Your Neratomay is a cocktail of Succubus and Vampire but mostly it's just you—the human you. My Neratomay cocktail includes blood and death. I don't know why, but I suspect the Wolves. I suspect that I am a product of my human's rape and torture. And when you pulled me back to the land of the living, you brought back more than just Monica."