Portal Fanart Novels & Stories

She could see the stalking girl’s screen whether she wanted to or not. Pamela was on Erric Lin’s Gossip account. She tapped the latest photo to open the post and confirmed that it was The Marison Hotel. Two-week home, Erric captioned. Pamela pinched her screen to zoom in on the photo. The girls’ blurred figures were visible through the window. “That’s us!” Under the photo was no other button but “gossip.” Pamela tapped it and it led to an empty conversation thread between her and the username erric_lin.

he said. Samson stepped into the dark street and entered the lobby. The lobby attendant announced him on the phone. Samson waited patiently, settling in for at least a ten-minute wait. He knew what women were like. Certainly the few vamp ladies he’d dated way back had always left him waiting, as if it were an unwritten rule never to be ready on time. Human women surely were no different. The lobby was adorned with a large mural, and he was admiring the artwork when he heard his name.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.