Novel & Cerita Rosie Rider Facial Porn

“We just had a couple of very nice conversations. That's it.” “Sure.” I gave her a nice smile. “User name and password?” “HarpStrings and GonnaFindMeSomeLUV!23,” Rosie rattled off, emphasizing the capital letters. At least she had picked a decent password. I wasn't so sure on the user name, but it was too late now. Rosie chewed on her lower lip as she unconsciously rubbed her belly. Her dark brows were pulled together in fear that I'd still be mad.“Are we okay?”

“Nice and wide.” Nodding, Rosalie does as I say, and once her legs are opened wide enough, I grab ahold of the underwear and pull so that they and the vibrator bury themselves between her pussy lips. Once it is firmly in place, I up the speed more and watch as Rosalie’s beautiful legs start to shake while a powerful orgasm takes her. “Oh goddess!” She groans, arching her back and clawing the sheet beneath her. “That’s it!”

“Nice to meet you Andrea.” I smiled and excused myself to my office. I wanted to ask Brian what he was doing here but I didn't think I had that right. Besides, he could be a new business partner who knows. “ Stop right there Andrea!” Aissh! That annoying voice again. I turned to see Rosie, her face red in anger. Her eyes were carrying a raging storm. “I knew it. I knew you were nothing more than a cheap wh*re who goes about sleeping with men.”

With one arm, his warm palm squeezed her chin, and with the other, he dug into her underwear and kneaded the softness inside. The woman's body was so well matured. He didn't realize this woman's body was so sexy. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly and he snorted a laugh. ‘Little woman, I really didn't expect to meet you again this way. This time you can't escape from me.’ "Stinking rascal!" Rosalie reacted and fought to push him away. A rascal? What a rascal has to do with this is yet to come! Rosalie is 5'6", with a slender figure was like a small bonny in front of Victor, who was 6'8", and although her little fists were waving hard, they could not even scratch an itch.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I whispered against his ear, my body moving faster, chasing the sound I needed. “Yes, Lisa,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Ride me just like that, baby.” The name hit me like a slap. My stomach twisted, all the warmth and pleasure I was feeling curdling into disgust. I pushed him back, my palm smashing across his cheek before I even thought about it. Tears blurred my vision. “Rosie! My name is Rosie, you bastard!” He sat up, eyes wide, blinking like he didn’t even understand what had just come out of his mouth.

Guys like him surely have no boundaries. He wasn’t saying anything. He was just creepily staring at me while drinking from a glass of whiskey. I cringed when I saw him lick and bite his lips while looking at my body. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Rosa—Rosie,” I said. Phew. I almost told him my real name! “And how old are you, Rosie?” he asked, leaning his elbows on his lap. “23,” I truthfully said. I was surprised to see him frown and clench his jaw. “23? Isn't that a little bit too old? Now, tell me how old you really are. I’m not paying a large sum of money to have sex with used goods,” he said with a scowl.

He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a small smile on his face. I slipped out of bed carefully, grabbing his oversized shirt and pulling it over my naked body. I padded quietly to the living room, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and settled on the couch with my phone. Time to see how the internet was treating my dear Roxette. I logged into my main account first, then switched to the several anonymous burner accounts I had created just for this. The videos were everywhere. Multiple angles. Different phones capturing the exact moment Roxette stepped into the venue in that pathetic bunny costume. Her shocked face. The way her breasts were pushed up obscenely. The tiny bottom that barel

Being in a room next to a barely clothed little angel was almost more than an addict like me could take. I repeated my confession to myself. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls. Rosie was sweeter and much more innocent than any of the others. A girl from a broken home, with a mother struggling with her self-hating battle and a man who couldn’t be trusted with his fists. Sweet Rosie didn’t need a sexual deviant adding to her burdens. I told myself she was vulnerable. I could never take advantage of that.

The fresh air felt lighter, cooler — like a new beginning. I waited by the gate for my ride, scrolling through my phone absent mindedly , when the bang of a car door made me look up. Marielle. She stormed toward me in a mini designer dress and knee length boots, fury written across her face. Before I could even move, her palm connected with my cheek — hard. The sound echoed. Heads turned instantly. “I’ve been looking for you!” she hissed. “How dare you call my man yesterday?!” I blinked, stunned. “What?”