Roxy Richter Novels & Stories

Everything is fine. Just ask she arrived eight feet from her dorm, two of Roxy’s friends blocked her path. “This is so not worth it.” April G quickly turned away but was soon confronted by two more of Roxy’s friends. You have got to be kidding me. Fearful of exposing her abilities, April G ran as far as she could towards the end of the hallway. Until finally, Roxy appeared out of nowhere and through her against the lockers. “Remember Me, Tramp?” Roxy said as she shoved April G against the lockers.

It was replaced by a cold, hard edge. "My husband," I answered, my voice steady. Roxy stared at the bruises for another second, then met my eyes. "Well. At least you already know how to take a hit. That's a start." She turned around and walked over to a rack of clothes overflowing with leather, lace, and neon fabric. She grabbed a pair of tiny black velvet shorts and a matching lace bralette. She threw them at my chest. "Put those on," she ordered. "And find a pair of heels in the corner. Seven inches minimum. You can't work the pole if you can't walk in the shoes."

Lizzie noticed Roxy's reaction. Roxy seemed very furious, looking like she hated Yasmin. Lizzie asked, "Roxy, what's wrong?" "She harmed me before!" Roxy pointed at Yasmin. Lizzie asked, "How did she harm you?" "She put laxatives in my drink, making me embarrass myself and miss the runway show." Yasmin glanced at her indifferently. "Roxy, don't twist the truth. You were the one who put laxatives in my drink, but you ended up drinking it yourself and made a fool of yourself."

“Are you ready? Or do we need to go over anything once more?” I take a deep breath and smooth my hands over my tight black mini-skirt. “My name is Roxy, I’m 22, and I’m here on a school exchange program.” Dante nods. “Perfect. And if someone says you don’t look familiar?” “I say I know John.” “You’re ready.” I beam when Dante suddenly stops the driver. “Pull over for a second. Into the alley.”

I couldn’t sit here anymore, doing nothing while Roxy remained out of my reach. I tapped my phone and called Mia. “Mia, I need an update on Roxy. Where has she been?” “She’s been staying with her parents for the past two weeks,” Mia replied promptly. “Helping her mother recover. She’s been taking nature pictures with her phone and posting on social media…” I cut her off with a hand, already knowing enough. “That’s fine. Pack a complete photography gear set from our shop and wrap it up for me. I want it ready today.”

I grab the boxes and hurry back up to the apartment, but I'm greeted by Roxy, as soon as I walk in the door. "She's just getting her stuff from the bathroom," she points down the hall. Her robe is now open and much more skin is on display than when she first walked out earlier. I tried to walk down the hallway to bring Sydney the boxes, but Roxy gets in my way. "So, you are like a real live mountain man? Like from the TV shows?" "I don't know what TV shows you mean," I say, staring over her head towards the hallway. THat's why I don't see her move to press her boobs up against my arm. Her touch makes my skin crawl.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon. I hope you had a pleasant trip.” I smiled at her. Roxy had been orphaned during the war with Dark Abyss. Her father, a formidable sorcerer, had passed down his magical lineage to her. Known for her exceptional combat sorcery skills, she was among one of the top sorcerers in Yurene. “It was fine,” I said simply, and then I glanced out at the field of trainees. “How are things going?” “The trainees are quick learners,” she replied, and she ran her hand through her wavy black hair. “We’ve been working on mastering basic fighting sorceries. They’re doing great.”

This is another reason to stay away from Beatrix as she has a hold on him and his body. “ Ric! Do you want to…..” Roxy’s voice stopped abruptly as she opened the door without knocking. Sydney is still glued to him and her on his crotch. If someone is seeing them like this then it looks like they were doing something and the way Roxy abruptly stopped it sent the message to her that she had interrupted them. “ What is it, Roxy!” He turned towards the door, failing to loosen Sydney's clutches from around him. His body froze and his stomach dropped seeing that Roxy was not alone but with Beatrix standing beside her with a murderous look within a second she masked her emotions and came to a blank

Roxy Kane was no longer pretending to be tough. She lay sprawled across the wide metal bench on her back, legs forced wide apart and held open by Jax and Riley’s strong hands. Her firm ass and thighs glowed an angry, throbbing red from countless spankings. Both her holes, pussy and ass gaped openly, red and swollen, leaking a steady mix of her own juices and the winners’ spit. Her platinum-blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and her once-sharp blue eyes were now glassy and unfocused. Her own futa cock, still rock-hard despite everything, lay twitching against her toned stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum. Carla “The Crusher” Morales stood between Roxy’s spread thighs lik

She was a cunning woman though and hid her surprise well. "Don. Thank you for allowing me to represent my family." Roxy gave me a sultry look as she sat. She leaned forward, revealing her chest to my eyes. Normally that would have been a turn on, but it immediately had me thinking of how perfect Sol was. Her small frame and large perky breast were f*cking delicious.