Stray Fanart Novelas e Histórias

Cum was splattering all over, thick ropes shooting into my pussy and ass and mouth, dripping out of every hole in messy streams, them pulling out to paint my face and tits and back with hot stripes before shoving back in to add even more inside, the room smelling like nothing but sex and sweat. Ethan came first in this round, growling loud as he forced his way into my pussy right alongside Luke’s cock, both of them stretching me so wide I saw white spots in my vision from the burn, and he unloaded pulse after hot pulse deep inside me, mixing with everything already there until it all leaked out in creamy thick streams running down my thighs and pooling under me. Sean went next, yanking out o

A large hall where the fansign event was taking place was already filled with fans eagerly waiting for their idol models. Most of the fans were male, but there were plenty of female fans as well. On several walls of the hall, large photos of the models were displayed, and the one that attracted the most attention was Luna Estrada's. In fact, the number of Luna's photos was larger than those of the other models. Some fans even lined up to take turns posing with a foam statue of Luna. In their hands, they held books containing a comprehensive collection of the models' photos, like a photo album. The event staff directed participants to their designated spots as the event was about to begin.

“A hooker got picked up who says her customers have been going to one and she’s losing money. It may just be a plea to get out of jail time, but…” Emma nodded. “Show me what we have.” “I was hoping you’d say that.” He showed her the beginnings of a file. “We don’t have much, yet. The girl doesn’t know where it is or who’s running it.” “So we know nothing.” She gave him a look and, for a second, Caleb thought she was going to say there was no case, but instead she looked at the file. There was a picture of the prostitute they caught in it. She had on excessively thick make-up and a blonde wig. Emma wondered if men liked their prostitutes to look so fake, but she knew it was usually the girls

I wrote the outline for the next installment of my series. This one concentrated more on the crazy fans. I called Stub and she was happy to email me files of costumed antics complete with names and contact information so I could get permission to use their pictures. I emailed Skylar to see how she was feeling. It was nice of her to offer assistance and I might need it. Hi Skylar,

The remaining guests scattered. No one dared stand in the way of an enforcer. The lead enforcer stopped in the middle of the room and scanned the crowd. "We are looking for Scarlett," he announced, his voice hollow and imposing through the helmet. The color drained from Scarlett's face. "I... I'm here," she stammered. The enforcer produced a parchment scroll from his robes. It glowed with a holy white light—the magical attestation from the Sanctuary of Truth. "Scarlett," the enforcer said, unrolling the scroll, "you are charged with violating the ancient laws by maliciously corrupting the bloodline of a pureblood noble, thereby threatening the very foundation of vampire society."

There was a butcher knife on it and four meat hook at the far side of the room. "Over here." Larry called her over to a writing desk Helena had failed to notice. On it are some papers and files, Helena and Larry were going through them until she stopped abruptly. In her hands was a picture of a man and a woman. There was an ugly scar on his right cheek on the man's face. L "Oh my God!" Larry exclaimed. "That's him, that's the man that is attacking us. "What did Callum say that Victor Daviot was what again." Helena still held on to the picture that appeared to be five years old.

she called out, asking for a response. “Great, now I’m hearing things. Maybe I’ve been more stressed than I thought.” She continued to the next statue, which was more lively, on all fours, looking like it was getting ready to run. “Prurien Omnia Stray 97-, this one must be Pru’s then.” “Careful, don’t trust them,” the voice whispered again. “Who’s there? Show yourself? This isn’t funny. Lasci? Johnathan? Stop trying to scare me and just come out!”

“Filthy rich, hot guy. I*******m famous… look him up.” Akira quickly searched for Chester’s profile but to her dismay, it was set to private. “It’s locked.” “Oh, then never mind.” Erin cringed when the artist hit a sensitive spot on her thigh but then carried on speaking. “That’s basically what I know about him. Besides the fact that he’s engaged and his single brother is also hot.” “You girls talking about the Dantes?” The artist perked up and stopped for a second, only continuing the body art when Akira and Erin nodded at the same time. “Yeah, both sons are hot as hell. Insufferable father, though.”

I wrote the outline for the next installment of my series. This one concentrated more on the crazy fans. I called Stub and she was happy to email me files of costumed antics complete with names and contact information so I could get permission to use their pictures. I emailed Skylar to see how she was feeling. It was nice of her to offer assistance and I might need it. Hi Skylar,

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’.