Norissa Valdez Sex Novels & Stories

The next item to leave was the skirt she wore but she left the fishnet socks on which stopped directly at the curve of her ass. “This is…” the judge stifled a groan as blood pounded in his ears. “A crime? A sin? Come on Judge, I know you want this,” Valeria said. He wanted nothing more than to squeeze those boobs and fill her in as his dick twitched. He watched with glazed eyes as Valeria fell to her knees, her delicate hands on the fly of his trouser as she freed his hard cock who was begging to be touched. “Mmmm,” Valeria moaned. She held his cock in her hand and licked from the base to the top.

He knew he didn’t have to worry about Valeria and Yolanda like he did with Melissa and Diamond. These two he actually considered his friends. He loved them as such. They were supermodel chicks that were beautiful and fit. Valerie had ginger short hair while Yolanda had long black hair. Valerie was slightly shorter than Yolanda. Any man would love to be in Jason’s shoes right now while these women sexed him and each other. Jason turned Valerie over and exited her, going behind Yolanda leaning her forward over Valerie in a 69 position.

Then came Valeria again. Valeria: We'll watch. Maybe touch. And go home with a stripper depending on the mood. Don't worry, I'll take two for both of us. I always love a good threesome😝 I stopped walking. Me: Touch what exactly? Me: And did someone just say threesome? Her reply came so fast I could almost hear her voice. Valeria: Girl😒 Valeria: Have you never been to a fucking strip club before? I bit down a smile. Me: No.

My eyes moved fast until they stopped on one name. Valerie. For a second, the air shifted. I read it more slowly this time. Valerie Vale. My jaw tightened. The image that loaded beneath the name erased all doubt. Vale. Liora’s friend. The quiet, charming one she spoke about and trusted enough to bring back into her world. But to me, Valerie was the submissive Nikolai sent to my hotel room in Toronto. The woman who knows exactly how to turn sin into art. Pretending she didn’t know whose bed she was walking into.

Val makes sure the negotiation was fixed and no strings attached. Sally who was wearing a high-cut black skirt and a thin white blouse gladly nodded her head to his question. Val was a bed expert when it comes to women so it's nothing new to him when someone approached him to make them fulfill their fantasy by getting laid by him. When Sally climbed inside his private plane, Val quickly put his hands under her skirt and pulled down her undies leaving it just midway on her legs. Sally felt the dampness in between her thighs when she realized that Val's fingers are now stroking beneath her folds.

The second my hand touches her, fire sears through my blood. I want her. I want her now! And I’d take her too, but no one will see her but me. No one can hear her but me. She is mine. Valerie’s body moves on its own, holding me like a lifeline just as I lift and take her a reasonable distance away. “J-Jaxson…” she moans, her breath fanning the side of my face, “H-How, w-without Nia...?” “Take her. Take her now!” Fenrir roars.

I almost sigh in relief, but hold it in. "Please hurry before I'm molested." I link back, and he chuckles. "I won't let them molest you, brother. Lena would snap, and we need our sexy mama calm",,I chuckle in the link. "Can I see his cock?",the woman asks and I raise my brow in shock. What the fuck? Is Valerie trying to sell my body? "Get bent bitch you don't get to see me fucking naked. My mate only sees me naked now, "both women roll their eyes.

I peeked inside the room expecting to see some trap of some kind but what I saw caused my breathe to seize for one second. Arnou was lying down on the bed shirtless and Valeria was naked sitting up on him. They were clearly having sex.

A string quartet stood in the corner, tuning their instruments—the discordant scrapes and plucks of the violins setting my teeth on edge. "Again," the instructor snapped. She was a woman named Madame Valeska, a skeletal figure who looked like she hadn't smiled since the Cold War. "Ms. Monroe, your posture is that of a wilted celery stalk. Shoulders back! You are to be a billionaire’s bride, not a beggar!"