Simone Asmr Leaked Novels & Stories

“And as my friend?” “I would ask what really happened between you two.” Asher glanced at him and then focused on the road. Simon sighed and looked out the window too. “I saw a video…” Asher raised a brow, “Video? What video?” Asher was confused but Simon sighed, he really didn’t want to tell Asher this. “I got an anonymous video where she collected money from Clarisse in exchange for dumping me.” “Clarisse?” Asher was surprised, “You mean Josh’s Clarisse?” He asked and Simon nodded, “Then it’s definitely fake.”

ASHLEY My heart stopped for a second as his face came into view. I gulped hard as I watched him begin to speak, starting with a greeting to the press and the general public. My eyes dimmed, and I leaned closer, curious to know what he would say this time. “Hello, everyone, I am Simon Levi, the alleged secret lover of Miss Ashley Carter, the ex-wife of Mr Alex Thompson,” he said, and my throat knotted. I turned off the tab and gripped my hair, trembling in rage.

I open my mouth to defend myself when my phone buzzes twice against the desk. The entire room goes silent. Simone gasps like someone just dropped a plot twist in her lap. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “It’s him.” I grab my phone before either of them can move. Connor: Don’t make me come drag an answer out of you, Hater. Then another message immediately after. Connor: Though honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you squirm. Heat crawls all the way up my neck. “That face,” Simone says instantly. “That is not a safe text.”

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

Harper moaned into Lena’s thong; the vibration made Lena hiss. Simone watched for a moment—fingers still lazily circling her own clit—then stood. She crossed to Nadia, dropped to her knees beside her, and kissed her hard. Tongues sliding, sharing the taste of Harper already on Nadia’s lips. While they kissed, Simone reached between Nadia’s thighs, found her dripping, and pushed two fingers inside without warning. Nadia broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, forehead dropping to Simone’s shoulder. “Fuck—yes—”

Optional. Over on Leyla's end, the Chat Feed went nuts: [Fake! Total AI. You can see the janky Photoshop job—stalker cam energy.] [That V-bitch! She PLANNED this meltdown for max chaos.] [I swear, if Shay buys this crap— WAKE UP, SHAY-SHAY!] Vanessa draped herself over his shoulder, fake crying. "She's not worth it..." Shayne shoved her off. Photos flew everywhere. His glare could've frozen lava. "You followed her?"

Standing up, I was sure that if she bent over, it would be impossible to keep the tiny garment from allowing a quick peak of her panties and gorgeous butt. “How about this?” Stacy set her hand on my thigh as she asked the question, and then hit play. There was a woman on the screen wearing a bikini, and she matched all of the mental criteria that I’d been too embarrassed to bring up. She was in her mid-thirties, with big, well-formed boobs and a perfect butt. She looked a lot like Stacy, and just noticing that made me blush an even deeper shade of red. “I’m not sure if this is helping.” It was the truth. The video was incredibly arousing, but on top of making my dick even harder than it alre

Simone's pov I looked side by side to see James and Jason, the Franklin twins, holding me on either side of my arms, and I winced as their grip tightened when they held me back from moving. "Let go of me! Let me go now!" I yelled, kicked and trashed about violently, and I trashed about more furiously when I watched Dave open a rest room cubicle and upturned my backpack. Tears filled my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was from the fact that my hands were aching from being held too tightly by the JERKlin twins or from seeing my own books, weeks of homework and years of work, falling into the toilet.

"Thankfully we're in a hospital. Do you need me to call a nurse?" "No need. It's not a big deal. I might never walk again, my ballet career could be ruined, and I might not be able to do what I love most, play volleyball and skate, but it's not a big deal." Simon's expression was one of total disgust until he realized she was joking. "I am a bit hurt, but it's not serious." "Good to know. I was already feeling guilty." He took a seat next to her with a carefree air after picking up his mobile phone that had bounced to the side. "I'm Simon Leclerc." He offered his hand for a handshake, introducing himself.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"