Pinky 5 Novels & Stories

Dylan Robinson, we have about six to ten different videos of you with us. The anonymous person sent more videos, including one where Dylan dared to suck on the lady's center and lick and stroke her. It was something he knew he hadn't done with Jessica before, as it was only Jessica that usually sucked him based on his orders. Dylan was restless as he was trying to win Jessica back, but he couldn't give up his company to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, nor could he leave the city. "No way! I cannot give in to this."

That moved when he touched it. The FUCK? “Stay still,” she’d said. His skin was moving. He laid his palm flat against his calf. Fuck, that shit hurt, man. But, yeah, the skin was vibrating. Kinda buzzing or something. Underneath. And, hand to holy god, he wasn’t flyin’. He knew that. The pills were on the coffee table. Five blue. Seven red. Four yellow. He knew that. Five blue. Seven red. Four yellow. He’d counted and they were safe and his fuckin’ skin, his leg, it was moving.

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

Her fingers slipped. Faelan dropped to the floor with a loud thud, erupting into coughing fits that echoed through the entire hall. As I turned toward my son, Janine suddenly grabbed a silver steak knife and drove it straight into my arm. I watched in disbelief as the blade pierced my skin. The searing pain tore through me. My knees gave out, and I collapsed. "Pick her up. Throw her out!" Janine barked arrogantly, her chin lifted high. I clutched my bleeding arm and forced myself to raise my head. "You dare? I’m the Luna of Black Rose Pack…"

Pulling the toy out halfway, I targeted my clit again, the intense buzz making me yelp. "Yes! Five is for the clit— direct, brutal. Hits so hard you see white, pussy spasming even without penetration." My legs shook, knees quivering as I ground against it. Inner muscles clenched on nothing, aching to be filled again. I plunged it back in, the rapid pulses echoing through my channel, making my ass clench.

he said, “we’re leaning into our values. Our philanthropic arm will endow a small business accelerator—women over fifty, founders of color. We will not apologize for believing success doesn’t have a sell-by date.” Silence rearranged itself into respect. Even those who had come prepared to disapprove sat a little straighter. Pike folded his hands. “You’re seeking to de-risk the optics by professionalizing the gray areas.” “I’m clarifying them,” Marcus said. “If anyone here is frightened by love that outlives fashion, say so plainly. Otherwise, let’s vote on the business, not my breath.” A chuckle escaped someone at the far end. Natasha’s lip curved.

Jax groaned, his hips snapping against her ass. Then she felt a thick, lubed finger press against her other hole. She tensed. “Relax, legacy,” a calm voice soothed, even as the finger pushed in, working her open. “Gonna fill this sweet ass next. Gonna make you take cock in every hole at once. That’s how you become a Phi Kap bitch.”

Ronda reached out and yanked the headphones straight off my head. "No," she said. "You need to send me another 5 dollars. I'm not accepting this 25 dollars." Something inside me finally snapped. "Then count this electricity bill as mine," I said flatly. "Don't refund anything. Give me my headphones back." I reached for them. Without hesitation, Ronda flung the headphones to the floor. They hit hard. They were limited-edition BO headphones worth over 2,000 dollars. I threw on some clothes and jumped down from the bed. My hands trembled as I picked them up. The outer shell was shattered, cracked clean through.