Playboy Heather Novels & Stories

Theo stepped forward onto Heather's back and he quickly grope Heather's chest. "Hey!" Heather was obviously shocked by what Theo had suddenly done. “I would have liked you to give me a massage. However,I have changed my mind. I just want to play with you now.” After Theo said that, he pulled Heather's nipple even though there was still a cloth blocking it. “Ngh ..” Heather looked at Theo's finger as she watched her nipples stretch. Her face so red and she can't decide if she'll just let Theo go. She wanted to take care of Theo because she knew he was tired.

Heather growled and arched her back as much as she could, pushing her tits up into our faces. After a few moments of getting her fat nipples chewed on, Heather lowered her back, but Vickie and I held our positions, and Heather stretched her own tits out as we held her nubs between our teeth. When the leathery little knobs finally slipped free of our bites, Heather moaned, "Oh, fuck! You two are such frigging teases! My cunt is on fucking fire! I can feel my pussy-juice running into my ass crack!"

only that this wall was a bit warm "Uhh uhh!!" she started to fall down when strong hands grabbed her shoulders and steadied her on her feet... Crystal looked up and caught herself staring into the face of the most handsome... no scratch that, the most beautiful face she had seen in a long while now. He was very tall with a beautiful dark skin, he kept his hair neatly styled and had a well built body with all his abs in the right places. How much time did this man spend in the gym? "You should really watch where your going" he said giving her a knowing smile

I realize that I feel sick to my stomach. How could anyone do that? The more pressing question is why? He’s a successful man with a good job and a bright future ahead of him. Is this some sort of fetish? Does he get off to this kind of shit? Heather flicks through all the pictures she has taken. As she goes on, I start to see women coming in and out of the rooms. Some of them are fully clothed. Some of them are naked. Some of them are doing intimate things with partners. Some of them are doing sexual things alone.

"Come on! Classified missions? We've looked into you. Your parents are just poor farmers. You don't even have a brother-in-law. Someone online just recognized your sister. She was a massage therapist!" Josephine gasped. "The photos have been taken down, but someone just messaged me about them. He's willing to pay ten thousand dollars per photo for this set." She pointed at the photo of Jacob stubbing out the cigarette in Natasha's mouth. "They even said they'd be willing to pay 30 million dollars for an ashtray like this!" The men grew extremely excited. "Who knew her death could be worth so much?" "Even though there's not much of her lower body left, the buyer could have her head as an asht

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

Heather moaned lightly when Killian’s lips pecked her breast. The phone began to ring again and they both sighed heavily. “This might be important” she said slowly and grabbed the phone on the sofa. “Who’s this?” “Do you want Riley to know about this or should I keep it a secret Miss Heather?” the caller said and Heather stared at Killian immediately, shocked. “I’m still recording though and I’m enjoying the live porn” the phone beeped twice and died.

Sebastian interrupted, popping a cheez-it into his mouth. "That is actually a cute name for this!" Elizabeth said. "Really? Playboy Rehab?" Patrick was laughing now. Isabella grabbed a pillow and threw it at Patrick. "Shut up!" She yelled. I was taken back at how similar she sounded to Garret. "Thank you, so anyway, publicity is the most important thing right now for him, we need to let America, even the world know that Sebastian is not what he used to be, and that he will be a shadow of Garret himself, and if they believe that, we will be making new partners, bringing in money, and gaining more supporters."

" Another kick in my stomach shot pain as it blazed inside, letting another outcry escape my weak mouth. This bitch is out of her mind! I groaned from the irritation of invisible ice needles and the burning feeling in my stomach. I cried. But I have to stay strong until someone rescues me. Heather hysterically laughed and seemed to be having fun torturing me. I looked up through my eyelashes and glared. "Aw, what's the matter? Did I hit you too hard," She grimaced with a sneer. "I would have been gentler since you been through a lot...LIKE I FUCKING CARE!" Heather then did a little dance as she twirled, holding her hands out like a prima donna, and stopped abruptly, eyeing her captive with m

He frowned at me. "W-what? What did you say?" He answered. I repeated what I asked. "I said, do you know Ella?" He gasped. "Ella?" I nodded. "Yes, Ella. One of your friend's ex-girlfriends before he became a playboy. Do you know her, huh? Did he tell you about her? Ella was his ex-girlfriend he'd loved so much before." Brandon nodded slowly. "I know her, Kate Rose. Why did you ask about her?" I let out a deep sigh.