Shelly X Vee Fanart Novels & Stories

Sabrina’s POV “Shelly” “Shelly” “Shelly” The whole room bursts into cheers, hoots, and hollers as Shelly comes down from her first keg stand of the night. She lands back on her feet with the grace of a seasoned gymnast, and the room erupts once more into a thunderous roar of approval, admiration, and a sprinkle of envy. That’s my best friend, everyone—wild and unapologetically herself, that's Shelly Rivera. She’s the embodiment of “I don’t give a damn” if you ask me.

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With determination in her stride, Shelly hastened toward the Vior store, eager to publicly embarrass Blair. With Monalize's VIP membership card in hand, Shelly had the authority to reserve the entire store and remove unwanted individuals. The mere thought of this scenario filled Shelly with anticipation. She made a mental note to share the experience on social media later. Observing the spectacle from a distance, Mia couldn't help but smirk. Beside her, Peyton passed over a tub of popcorn—the perfect snack for such a dramatic display. With a triumphant air, Shelly confidently entered the Vior store, her chin held high as she surveyed her surroundings. She exuded a newfound confidence, as if

"Yes! Definitely, he is the kind of artist whose carvings can be collected as art." ... Worried that others might misunderstand, Shelly said, "I come from an ordinary family." "Oh my goodness! I'm about to faint! Isn't this just like the story of Cinderella and Prince Charming? I can't believe there's actually an example of this in real life!" "Ms. Taylor, I'm so jealous!" "Everyone, let's hurry and take a shower!" Shelly urged. After undressing, Shelly covered her body with a towel and walked toward the shower area.

Now I really do feel like a fucking catalyst, like an extra in an x-rated movie. As I'm lying there, with my aching cock sticking straight up in the air, Shelly breaks the kiss and starts working her way down Cyn's body. Fuck! She's sucking her nipples and running her fingers through Cyn's matted bush. Cyn is lying back with her eyes closed, spreading her legs and pushing her mound up against Shelly's hand. I want to slam my cock back inside her steamy pussy and finish what we started, but Shelly has other ideas. Winking at me, Shelly kneels between Cyn's legs and lowers her mouth to Cyn's wide-open pussy.

"Tell me something, Shelly. Doesn't it bother you that you act somewhat like a hillbilly?" "No, I don't," She defends instantly, her cheeks flushing, giving her a more crimson shade. "The truth hurts, girl," I pat her shoulder with a fake grin on my face. "You need to live a little. There's a more fascinating world outside your books and your glasses and your pet," "Keep Fallon out of this," She says. "Sorry," I raise my hands in surrender. Fallon is Shelly's cat, and she adores him more than anything. Sometimes I wonder if he is her fated mate.

Sawyer admired that in him. "Mommy! Look I at this!" exclaims Shelly as she comes leaping in the kitchen. She hands Sawyer a piece of paper with a doodle on it. "What is this?" Sawyer asks smiling. "I made you a drawing" she says proudly. "Oh I see. Tell me what did you make?" asks Sawyer. "This is you. Then me here in the middle" says Shelly. There was a man with them and a dog now. "So who is this man?" wonders Sawyer.

They are all so beautiful and yet so divergent, like a cross-section of womanhood and right now, they all desire me. Shelly’s skin is luminescent, almost white with a tiny hint of pink, interrupted by a flurry of friendly freckles on the top of her medium, upright breasts and shoulders. Her perky pink nipples and red bearded mound above her pink vagina excite me. Like Teri, she declines to shave her pubis, which is flame red, like her hair. Teri once again stakes her claim of ownership by stepping into the shower and washing me, especially my expanding erection. Lisa, Shelly and Glory peek around the shower curtain, cracking salacious remarks and reaching in.

The orange knee length gown she had singled her out of a crowd, with the heavy coat on her shoulders and expensive jewelry. “This might come as a shock, but I am not offended by your thoughts of my paintings. You rather pointed what I truly intended to depict.” “Oh, it would be understandable if you were. I wasn’t exactly kind with my words.” She laughed softly and brushed her hands. “I’ve heard much worse. Have you heard of the name Shelly the viper?” “No, but it’s quite an intriguing one.” “It is. She’s an old white lady who derives joy from criticizing many artists’ works. She has nothing good to say, yet people still invite her to their exhibition.”

Now I really do feel like a fucking catalyst, like an extra in an x-rated movie. As I'm lying there, with my aching cock sticking straight up in the air, Shelly breaks the kiss and starts working her way down Cyn's body. Fuck! She's sucking her nipples and running her fingers through Cyn's matted bush. Cyn is lying back with her eyes closed, spreading her legs and pushing her mound up against Shelly's hand. I want to slam my cock back inside her steamy pussy and finish what we started, but Shelly has other ideas. Winking at me, Shelly kneels between Cyn's legs and lowers her mouth to Cyn's wide-open pussy.