The Wrangler Queen Porn Novels & Stories

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

Queenie lost yet another obvious game, much to her viewers’ amusement, the results spoke for themselves. “Am I faking it?” she read out a question from the chat after her fifth loss in a row while holding back a moan and attempting to stay still on the throne. It wasn’t easy trying to sit comfortably when she was getting pounded from beneath. How did porn actresses keep their legs open wide the whole time and become conscious of the camera’s angle during such activities? Suddenly, London’s admiration for sex workers in the industry increased tremendously. As she let her audience know her newly discovered opinion, the speed increased again.

I thrusted hard making her back scrap against the bark. "Shit... Fuck.. Again." She ordered half coherent. "Yes, my Queen." I smirked, pulling her body to the ground. "All fours love. I want to fuck you while spanking that perfect fucking ass." Elena rolled her body over, slowly getting in position. She was too sexy and it drove me insane. Her thighs separated then she tilted her hips up. "Fuck baby, do you have any idea how hot your little pussy looks right now." My fingers teased her swollen lips.

Fuck, she moaned, trying to stop her thighs from jerking and her moans from escaping her. Aiden loved the smoothness of her sex. It’s without a gel yet it’s slippery like one... He was all too lost that he didn’t know when the pornstars attained their goal. The white panties Mindy and Sarah wore is a now an ocean of streamers…you could practically see their pink pussy from it. Hayden had showered his cum all over Sage's hands and she’s quick enough to lick the whole seed…with a loud slurp.

Thompson's warriors trained hard and rough, barking orders, mocking those who stumbled, and treating bruises like trophies. "Pick it up!" A sharp voice cut through the air. It was Laron, one of Thompson's loyal dogs. He towered over a younger warrior named Jane, who was on her knees, breathless and struggling. "Useless," he spat. "Get up, or get out." My hands clenched at my sides. Jane looked like she wanted to cry but refused to let the tears fall. She pushed herself up with shaking arms. I stepped forward, unable to hold back any longer. "That’s enough."

I slowed my movement, but she made a little cry of disappointment. I increased my pace inside her. “You like that? I love how your dirty little tight hole squeezes on my cock possessively. You're my whore, and no one else has the right to touch you here,” I pointed to her breast. “Nor here,” I brought my hand down to her pussy. Aware my hard cock was still wallowing her. Wren was about to combust, I knew if I let her go she would fall down the water from shaky legs. “I'm yours,” she confirmed.

Lucian whispered in her ear. “What did you have in mind” I asked breathlessly. Lucian gave Lorian a wink and he pressed a button that proceeded to lean the seats back. Lorian moved between my legs and pressed his nose into my panties and inhaled deeply. “I love the smell of your arousal” He breathed heavily on my cotton clad pussy. The warmth of his breath turning me on even more.

"Don't worry. I find you so sexy, and if being with me makes you squirt, then be with me again." This woman was not holding back. "Again? Wow, you're the energizer bunny," I joked. "I feel really comfortable with you, and before I change my mind, I want to try something that I've seen in videos." "Okay..." I said, drawing out the "y." "I feel comfortable with you too, so let's try it." "It's where we open our legs up, and our parts touch." "You mean scissoring?" "I guess that's the term. I'm a girl virgin," Wren said with a silly grin.

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s.

“Gonna put twins in you tonight—gonna watch you grow round and glowing while you rule beside me. Every ally will know I keep my queen well-fucked and well-bred.” The dirty words sent me over again, thighs shaking as I came hard around him, gushing slick that soaked his groin and stomach. He thrust up to meet me through it, then flipped us once more so he could pin me to the wall beside the bed—standing, legs wrapped around his waist, gravity helping him drive even deeper. “Mine,” he snarled against my throat, biting the scar again as he pounded up into me. “My perfect flame whore. My queen. My everything.”