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“I already told you no.” “That’s because you haven’t heard me out yet. I’ve gotten a contract with this website that sells nude photos of girls. No, wait, let me finish. It’s not a porn site—it’s more an erotica site.” Emily snorted. “Isn’t that the same thing?” Landon almost looked affronted. “The photos I do are classy, Em. Artistic. And best of all, you get to keep a percentage of the royalties. It’s not just one sum for taking them.”

"I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-" She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her F******k? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?" "Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand. There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed. I watch for a few seconds until the sight of her squirting all over my blanket nearly makes me vomit.

“Is everything okay?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead he turned his laptop toward me. My OnlyFans page was open. One of my most popular videos—the full version of the black lace tease—was playing on mute. My own face, partially masked but unmistakable to someone who lived with me, filled the screen. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Damien… I can explain—”

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

Every time he fills my hole with his cock, I feel full but satisfied. But in the later days, my mother is always with Noel 24/7. We find it hard to hide just to fuck each other to the point that a week has already been passed since the last time we had had it. There were times Noel would send me videos of him masturbating in the bathroom as he stroked his cock and moaned for my name. So as a gift, I filmed myself completely naked with vibrators entering my pussy, my moans were loud with my sexy voice . I looked like a pornstar in the video and for sure Noel would love it.

she added. “Yeah,” Emily cut in quickly. “Because no girls like him. He’s annoying.” “Hey,” Elliot protested. “Girls like me,” he added proudly. “I’m ranked on the Raven blog as the third player with the most female fans.” Emily groaned dramatically. “They’re blind. In your gear, you look like a puffer fish.” I laughed before I could stop myself. “Emily Felicity Kane!” their mother said sharply. “You will not speak that way in front of our guest.”

But before I could fully close it, he stepped forward, his heavy boots thudding on the floor, and the stream cut off abruptly, right in the middle of some viewer’s typed-out moan. Shame twisted in my stomach, mixing with that weird thrill I always got from being caught in something naughty, making my pulse race even faster. He didn’t speak right away, just reached down and picked up the laptop, opening it back up with a calm that made me nervous. He started scrolling through my OnlyFans profile, his finger swiping slow and deliberate, his jaw clenching tighter as he clicked on one of my videos. The sound of my own voice filled the room, low and tinny from the speakers: “Please, sir, let your

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He didn't want any harm to come to Emily; she was innocent in all of this. "Who is this Anna?" Joel inquired, his voice softer. "She's Annie, boss. A well-known actress signed under CHOI ENTERTAINMENT," Noah explained, revealing the connection. Joel froze at the mention of Choi Entertainment, a smirk forming on one side of his mouth. He decided it wasn't the right time to confront them, not just yet. "Get her on her knees before Emily," Joel said with a twitch of his lips, his tone more calculated. Noah's anxiety grew, perspiration forming on his forehead. He understood the severity of Joel's words and the potential consequences.

Shine hunched over her desk, the glow of her monitor reflecting her flushed cheeks. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, not quite ready to close the tab. Her OnlyFans page stared back at her, with its subscriber count ticking up lazily, tipped messages piling up. One thumbnail caught her eye: her hands squeezing her heavy, milky breasts, nipples leaking just enough to glisten under the camera's unforgiving lens. That video had garnered over twelve thousand views in just a few hours of posting it.