Rosie Rider Facial Porn Novels & Stories

“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.”

Rosalie picked it up suspiciously and opened it up, simply dumbfounded that it was a picture of Vanessa and a fifty-something-year-old man having sex on the beach with excellent clarity. This was great material for the report news. But she was not excited about it at all. These photos were like a demon mirror, revealing her personal dirty and cheap side. For the sake of benefits, she sold herself out and became Victor's mistress. Victor sat back down on the bed and looked at poor Rosalie with a cool, unforgiving gaze. "If I'm right, you'd love to leave with these files, wouldn't you?" Rosalie was dumbfounded to see him staring at her with an evil look on his face.

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.

When she tackled me to the floor with that feral look in her eyes, I knew I was going to have to hold on tight as the primal heat roared in her. Sirens breed differently to others. But Rosa is not just a wolf, she is a tribrid. She has a small amount of a siren in her thanks to Jadara. But it’s not the siren part or the wolf I am worried about. It is the Angel as a whole. I have only ever had sex with one other, and that was Lyra. Rosa is a virgin and if circumstances were different, I wouldn’t be doing this on the forest floor. I’m pulled out of my thoughts with her sinful tongue licking from my chest to my throat. Her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to her.