Stella Andrews Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Andrew POV I was currently sitting in my office, looking at the news on my laptop, and I was wondering how suddenly Stella had sold fifty thousand of her new products in one week. More than ten days ago, she was accused of being involved in a human organ trafficking organisation, and just within a day her name was cleared and the police apologised. Is this the type of influence that Jonathan has? Stella looked so happy in the pictures, especially the ones she took with Jonathan, and I could tell she was clearly doing well for herself.

I checked out myself once more, and nodded satisfactorily. “Let's go make our sugar daddy happy” I tapped the mirror, imagining I'm tapping my shoulder, and with that, I headed out. ••••••••••••• Third person's point of view. Stella stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her red lingerie, wearing a cat ears hairband on her head, and sat on a large fluffy pillow that was just right at the corner of the bathroom door. Her body leaned forward a bit, with her hips raised sexily, and her boobs pushed up to make her look even more seductive.

@StellaJewell] The main account of Vinci Rivera shared the post with the caption, [That's right. She "sold herself" to us.] The account even flaunted a picture of the Mercedes-Benz that the netizens would not stop spreading. In other words, Vinci Rivera was responding to the rumors about Stella selling her body to some rich man for her own benefit. Vinci Rivera was telling everyone that Stella was not spending time with some rich men when she did not go home that day. Instead, she had a meeting with them.

He was not even willing to listen to her pleas and explanation. That day, he pressed her against the large floor-to-ceiling window while making love with her as he said harshly, "Stella, imagine if your fans see you in this state, will they still support you?" At that time, Stella was a very popular actress. Countless paparazzi tried to take pictures of her every day. Even if she kept her whereabouts secret, leaks were bound to happen.

They did not play with wealthy ladies, in contrast to Flynn Andrew, who, as you may recall, "got destroyed by playing with rich women." Although the Andrew Group held significant power in B City, it was eventually eliminated. “ How come we haven't seen her previously if she was a group member's daughter? It was an unknown group, even though she is." "Simple, investigate her." Stella located a seat and wrapped the shawl snugly around her. Riley could not resist making fun of her. What makes you so timid? The purpose of the clothing was to be worn and displayed to others. What is the cover art for?

I said, staring at Stella, then the ladies which were lined up. “But baby, we are in the middle of something right now. I need to try each and every one of these lipstick shades on my models” Elena said. "I do not care. Get out" I howled. “Let's go ladies,” Stella said, noticing the atmosphere was tensed. I watched them match out of the room and turned to Elena who was visibly upset. “What is all this about Andrew?” She roared. “What the hell is this?” I asked, furiously pulling out my phone to show her a picture.

Someone reposted it with the caption: “Stolen Chic? Venice McLaren Can’t Afford Class.” She issued a statement. It was five words: “This is a misunderstanding. Stop.” Internet: Didn’t. And then... oh, Era. My sweet, delusional cousin. Tomas hit play on a screen recording. It showed her OnlyFans dashboard. She hadn’t even changed her username—it was literally @ErabelleMcLarenVIP. Her subscriber list? Her direct manager from the PR agency. A dean from her college. Three married professors. A man labeled “PastorGreg_77.”

But when she walked out shortly after, a smile on her face, he felt more comfortable. “Don't just stand there naked, let's get done with this now, yes?” He nodded, still feeling shy. “Of course!” ** Later in the evening, Andrew is back in his room and he can't stop thinking about what happened, it still felt like a fantasy to him. His friends would never believe him if he told them, but he couldn't even tell them because he promised Ada that he will keep this between them. Andrew brought out his phone and opened his gallery. There were pictures of Ada that he had captured while recording the content and most of the up close shots emphasized her smooth cleavages.

This one right here, is too contaminated. My mouth drops open. Stella stops just a few inches from me as she passes me to leave. She leans in, whispering; " Good fuck, huh? How does it feel exchanging a good life for both you and your kids for a good fuck, huh?" She taunts. " Maybe I should also let you know that we get fuck every day. Xander practically wants me everyday; on the bed, on the floor, in the staircase, kitchen and even the bar! Crazy right?!"

“I appreciate that, Andrew, but you can’t always be the one to carry the weight for both of us. Sometimes, I need to help you get through life, too.” Andrew smiled slightly. “What did I do to deserve such a wise girlfriend?” I smiled back. “You saved my life a couple of times, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re cute.” I winked at him, and he laughed. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” Andrew looked down at his phone, then handed it to me. On the screen was a gossip tabloid article with the headline: WILL CRYSTAL BLANCHARD BE THE NEXT LUNA TO FALL TO ANDREW DUBOIS’S BLOODLUST?