Scarlet Silva Sex の小説・ストーリー

She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep. And right now, at 1 AM in his best friend's guest room, Ethan had his cock in his hand and Scarlet on his laptop screen. The video was one of her private exclusives....the kind that cost $500 and was worth every fucking penny. She was on a bed, wearing nothing but that signature red mask and black heels, touching herself with a glass dildo that caught the light as it slid in and out of her perfect pussy. Ethan stroked himself faster, his breathing heavy, completely lost in the fantasy.....

We had sex" Silvio’s eyes widened, he blinked as if he couldn't quite understand what she had said. He gaze at her as though she were speaking a foreign language. "We had sex?" He repeated the words slowly, as if trying to make sense of it. Mira stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper "It happened when you were in Singapore for business. You were drunk and you forced yourself on me” The air in the room thickened. Silvio's hand slammed onto the table. The sound of his fist hitting the table made the scattered photographs tremble and fall, but he didn't seem to notice. His voice rang out, loud and cold "Shut up”

'Let's take a nice run, Scarlet. 'Ok, but you better have someone fill a bath of ice for when we return. Our mates marking each other might set us off to chase them down.' 'Good idea! I don't want to ruin their moment. We can have them once they come home.' I giggled to myself as my bones began shifting. 'Now you're talking. I couldn't wait until you fully gave into the insatiable lust inside us.' Scar said just as her paws hit the ground. 'I was never shy about sex.' I countered.

Scarlett said sighing and leaves , ignoring the crowd that was asking her questions. Crystal takes a deep breath as she stares at the night sky before looking at the famous city club . Today she wants to have fun even though she has work tomorrow, Scarlett couldn't come with her because she's still busy with her apartment. She catwalks inside sexily dressed in a net crop top showing off her black lace bra , leather mini skirt and boots . She drew lustful eyes like magnet as she sits at the bar ordering a glass of soju A guy seats next to her smiling like a pervert , his eyes glued to her cleavage which was visible in her half cut bra

she whispered, her voice a shy secret, before turning and bending over in front of him, presenting the perfect, pale moons of her ass, the silver chain disappearing into the cleft. It was a sensory bombardment. The sight, the smell, the feel of them, Jade’s relentless grinding, Scarlet’s teasing mouth, Luna’s vulnerable offering. Leo’s body betrayed him utterly. His dick hardened into a painful, throbbing ache, trapped and straining against his zipper. He was painfully, obviously erect. Silas watched with the calm appraisal of a connoisseur. He sipped his champagne, his eyes missing nothing, the flush on his son’s neck, the desperate clench of his hands on the booth’s edge, the prominent bul

Silva vigorously nodded, letting go of some of the curls that were piled on top of her head. So, who are you aiming for? Silva chuckled. “Sam. He is flawless. He is ten years my senior, but when he wants, he can really lay on the charm. He is also accustomed to my flirtations. "I can see you turning on a lot of wolves." “Yeah.” Silva played with her unruly curls. "I have a bit of a joking nature. I suppose I ought to tone it down.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Scarlet screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. From the corner of her eye, Scarlet noticed the slightly ajar door. She was aware that the people downstairs could hear her moans and gasps of pleasure. She grabbed her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples. She was shameless in bed, something Arnulfo loved about her. He didn’t care if someone saw or heard them having sex. In fact, it was one of Scarlet’s fantasies—to be watched while having sex. Luckily, Arnulfo was always game for it.

I said to him, and he was stunned. "Because of a tainted whore?" He asked, getting angry. "Don't you ever call Scarlet a tainted whore again? She is better than your social climbing whore, who, by the way, wasn't a virgin when you fucked her," I said, and Stasia began to cry. Scarlett got up and headed for the door. She wanted to leave the apartment, but I held her. "Go to my room, Scarlett," I told her gently, trying to separate my rage.

He was actually considering this. "Scarlett goes back to Silvio," Russo explained, pulling up photos, schedules, and logistics. Floor plans of the palazzo appeared on screen, the magic room highlighted in red. "She tells him she can't stop thinking about that night. That she craves what he gave her. That she wants more of the substance, more of the experience." Each word was a knife sliding between my ribs. I opened my mouth to protest, to scream, to tell them both they were insane, but no sound came out. My voice had abandoned me, just like it had that night when Silvio's drugs made my body move but stole my words.