Sonadow Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

Still unsure, he crushed his lips onto her, drawing her in; now Aria knows exactly what he was craving: her. They kept a smooth, sulty, and sloppy motion. Their lips opened and crushed together in sync while Victor’s hands were working magic on Aria’s boobs. With each crush came a gasp for air. Victor did not only work on Aria’s boobs but her lower back, her neck, his hands were everywhere except where Aria wants it to be so bad. The cable car was suddenly heated.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I was still trembling on the carpet like a freshly used fuckdoll, Noah’s thick, warm cum slowly oozing from my swollen pussy lips in lazy, sticky trails that tickled my inner thighs. My chest heaved, heavy tits glistening with spit, and my ruined makeup made me look exactly like the filthy gangbang whore I had always secretly dreamed of becoming. Mason stepped forward, his thick, veiny cock bobbing heavily inches from my face. The fat head was still shiny from my earlier throat worship, now angry and pulsing with fresh hunger.

**HotFantasy88:** Fuck, Susan. That dildo is going to look incredible stretching your tight little pussy. Set up the new light and tripod. I want another private call. I’ll tip $800 this time if you ride it for me, wear the red set, and get really loud and nasty. Tell me how bad you need real cock while you fuck yourself.

Marcus ordered. I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck. “Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “Now the tattoos.” They laid me on the table. The artist they brought in was one of their own — silent, efficient, needles buzzing. First came the big one right over the brand: bold black letters spelling “COLLECTIVE CUM QUEEN” arched above my pussy. Then smaller marks on my inner thighs — “Free Use” on the left, “Breed Hole” on the right. A crown dripping cum right between my tits.

“Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.” “Spicy Temptation,” I repeated slowly, letting the words roll off my tongue. It felt bold. Dangerous, in the best way. Bree leaned closer, excitement bubbling in her voice. “Perfect. Now, let’s craft your bio. Something short, flirty, and… hot.” I watched her fingers fly over the screen. “A little taste of fire. A masked tease. Dancing my way into your fantasies. SPICY… the heat you didn’t know you needed.”

A damp of kisses were being showered on my shoulder, and with the use of only his teeth, he was able to remove my spaghetti strap which caused my boobs to sprung out. “You whore. Fuck! I missed them,” his hot mouth immediately covered my tits. I was adjusting myself just to give him more access. His fingers were doing amazing in my pussy, his mouth and tongue were casting magic on my tits, and his legs were doing their job to warm up my exposed legs. Every part of him was giving action. “I w-want you, Hendrix…” I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I sounded crying, more like begging for his cock.

He stepped closer, gaze dropping for half a second to the way my dress clung to my breasts before returning to my face. “You’ve never painted like this before. There’s real hunger in these strokes. Real need.” His voice lowered. “It’s the first time I’ve seen an artist put this much raw sexual attention into one picture.” My pussy clenched at the word *sexual* coming from his mouth. “I… I wanted to push myself,” I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Damien’s lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. “The next competition is in three weeks. The theme is ‘Intimate Surrender’ — a sexual image of a man and a woman. Explicit. No hiding. The winner gets a solo show and a ten-thousand-dollar p

The vent was conveniently placed right at my eye level and I wondered briefly if that was why it had been disconnected, so people could spy on those who were in the other room easier. I peered inside and saw Cain standing with his mother and another man. This man looked to be about Cain's mother's age. He had black, wavy hair and was built like Cain. I wondered if that was his father. They were arguing which made me want to walk away. I felt nosey prying into their conversation. Just as I was about to leave, I heard Cain say angrily: "If you didn't want a Vampire son, maybe you shouldn't have fucked someone who had a vampiric disease."