Natasha Noel Sextape Novels & Stories

"As soon as she became famous she left him." "I heard she can't get work anymore." another one said. "Not surprising," Natasha finished cleaning the table and walked away. She didn't cry, not anymore. That evening, she returned to Maya's apartment exhausted. Maya was sitting on the couch with a laptop. "You should see this." "I really shouldn't." Natasha dropped onto the chair. "No." Maya turned the screen around. "You need to." Reluctantly, Natasha looked, It wasn't an article, It was an old video. Natasha watched herself walk down the runway.

“So, I’m standing between two trees watching you struggle to push the wheelbarrow. I notice the way your shirt hugs your chest and the way your pants are so tight they are like skin on your body, easily flowing with each of your movements. You set the wheelbarrow down and stretch. Goddess, your breasts almost popped out of your bra and all I want to do is lick and suck on them. I want to tease your nipple with my tongue until it is hard and then I want to kiss down your stomach as I take your pants off. I want to unbutton them and slowly push them down over your hips. I want to ease them down your thighs as I use my teeth to pull your panties off. I want to kneel at your feet and put my face

VelvetMistress. That red lace. Her legs crossed slowly, her voice low and deliberate, like silk sliding against skin. It had been only one night since her livestream. One night since I’d sat still in a dark jet, headphones in, watching her move like she had all the time in the world. She’d looked into the camera and asked her viewers who deserved her attention. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I tipped her five grand and logged off before I could do something even more impulsive. Later, a notification had come through.

Even though the music in the living room was loud I just let it go because when I get out there and see Nathania again, I’m sure I will lose myself and don’t know what I can do. I admit there are times that I really want to have s*x with her but I'm controlling myself. As I’ve said, I've gotten a lot of women from different parts of the world and those women? I don't have to persuade them anymore because they are the ones who immediately approach and undress in front of me. I don’t have to beg them because they’re willing to spread their legs for me. And I know Nathania won't do that and that excites me. I don’t know but I admit, Nathania excites me.

It was really awkward for Natasha to be calling me this early. "Hey sis" "Hey Nat" "How are you?" "I'm good what is up?" "Have you been online today?" "No not yet, been busy all morning... why you asking?" "Nothing really... just that there is something you should see" I was curious to know what she was talking about that I did not wait for her to say anything else before i ended the call. I went online and I was shocked to see the news. My pictures and Adelia's were all over the media with the headline THE TYCOON'S SEX CONTRACT LEAKS.

Natalie was scared that if she appears in the newspapers and magazines then she'd have a lot of people coming after her but the moment Dante brushed through her swollen clit, all her worries and fear disappeared. She bit back the moan that was she knew was coming but when he raised her legs and she was exposed above the waters with his tongue skimming through her pussy, she lost herself. With swollen lips from being constantly kissed and rosy cheeks, Natalie appeared before the kids. "Good morning, Nat," Noah smiled happily at her. "A good morning indeed, Nat," Chloe chipped in. Natalie blushed again as she gave the girl an odd look. Sometimes, Chloe talked more than her age.

“In this sector, you are blessed.” Stephen chuckled, which ended in a gasp when Xavier ran his hand, up and down on him slowly. Xavier then pulled out his wallet and fetched a condom. He tore the wrapper and rolled it over Stephen's length. The fuckboy then shifted so that he was facing the windshield, and lowered his trousers together with the briefs, exposing his smooth ass to Stephen's greedy eyes. He then reached out to align that cock he loved so much with his ass, but Stephen protested. “It will hurt, babe.” He argued. Xavier smiled mischievously, sitting on the cock anyway, and his hole swallowed it with ease.

The last thing I want is for my cousin to get into trouble. “No. The guys recorded the entire thing. They started it off with them asking her if she wants it. She was so hyped up she was begging to be pounded hard while groping herself. She also requested to have more than one guy at a time. Somewhere along the line, she had completely forgotten about you. She saw a group of men and wanted their dicks. So, they didn’t refuse. They gave it to her every which way they could.” I think I’m going to be sick.

"Don't let her fool you! She could have faked these!" "We can get this stuff with a simple investigation!" William's voice booms. "Do we need her to provide it?" William throws a USB drive at Damien's feet. "Every video corresponds to one of those photos. See for yourself." Damien's hands tremble as he picks up the drive. His wolf instincts are screaming that something is terribly wrong. Margaret sets up her laptop on the desk, her face grim. The first video loads. Damien watches in growing horror as Celia appears on screen, clearly recognizable, clearly willing.

Natasha was already there, her eyes bloodshot, a half-finished cup clutched in her hand. Selene slid into the booth across from her and pushed the laptop forward. “Watch.” Natasha leaned in, her brows furrowing as she absorbed the video. And then the next. And the next. By the time she was done, she looked sick. “Oh my god,” Natasha whispered. “She… she planned it all.” Selene nodded, her fingers curled around the cup of untouched coffee in front of her. “And she wanted me to break. To run.” “She’s insane. Selene, we have to go to Damien with this—”