Storyville Slayer Novels & Stories

She found a figurine and a phoenix sculpted out of fine wood. If he collected such things, he had to have enough money, didn't he? Maybe that was why he killed people? He killed them and collected their most prized possession. That had to be it. He handpicked his victims. Glad that she was gathering enough details to bring this murderer to book, she found a wine glass and poured herself a drink. Gulping down the contents and reveling in the taste she didn't hear the footsteps that crept up behind her until it was too late.

I said as I slowly starred the burning sensation from within. Adam took of his entire cloths and climbed on me, he opened my legs and slowly wet his hand with saliva. He was going to steam my pussy before his dick enters_ that's how he usually does it and I'd love if Lucas learns from this and readies my pussy for his dick... " Do you like this?". He asked me..

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I gulp nervously as he approaches me, my fists clenched tightly against the fabric of my dress. Leaning forward, Tyler whispers into my ear, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade, "Have you sold your body to my boss, Stacey?" The accusation hits me like a physical blow, igniting a storm of rage inside me. In a swift and decisive motion, I grab his collar, my hand trembling with emotion, and I land a tight slap across his face.

she begged, pushing her hips forward desperately. He edged her, bringing her right to the brink twice, only to deny her each time. He spread her legs even wider and thrust back into her soaked pussy. His muscular body loomed over her as he pounded her deep and hard. “Beg like the whore you are,” he demanded, his thick cock slamming into her again and again. "Call me Sir." Tears rolled down Lara’s cheeks as pleasure and humiliation mixed. “Please, Sir… Don't stop!” Raymond fucked her even harder. He tightened his grip on her hips. His thrusts made her vision blur with intense pleasure.

After all, killing and stealing were the norm in Shadeville. No matter what sort of background and identity anyone had in a place like this, all of them would be dead once they got targeted. “You’re right about that. “I lost three hundred thousand already. Even if I bet another three hundred thousand, I’d only get my money back at most! “I should be playing at a higher stake! Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Harvey threw his remaining chips at a spot labeled with three ones. “I should use the Dragon Slayer more bravely! “Seven hundred thousand on Triples!

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

Her phone buzzes again. This time, it’s Arrow. She stares at his name for a long moment before letting it ring out. She isn’t ready to hear his voice. She isn’t ready to hear certainty when her own has begun to fracture. The estate is too quiet. Staff have been dismissed. Even the walls feel like they’re listening. Celeste sits at the long dining table alone, laptop open now, tracking the way the story splinters across platforms. Each outlet curates its own version of her humiliation.

She hated to leave her business unfinished, especially if there were a Vampire in the building who could ID her, so she took a chance and headed toward the swinging doors near the soda machines to have a look around in the back. It didn’t take her long to find what she was searching for. Crouched in the corner, his arms over his head, a Vampire knelt in what smelled like a puddle of his own urine. “Get up,” she insisted, pointing her Glock at his head. It wasn’t that she needed to see his face before she shot him; for some reason, she felt the need to, the longing to make eye contact with every single one of these bastards she laid out. There was an atonement in that she couldn’t quite put i

she stutter as I slide my shaft into her again biting the spot of her neck my hand isn't covering. With the other hand I'm holding her hands above her head. I let go of both at the same time and lift her up wrapping her legs around me. Then I began thrusting so hard into her, she would almost slam into the wall at her back. She screams out asking and begging faster and harder. So I continue as she requested. Each thrust harder and faster than the precious. Her arms again goes around me and she claws into my back again. FUCK I love it so much. Her nails dig so deep I bleed. Just a certain satisfaction I get from it.