Tricky Fanart Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Emily cut in. "Shut up" Vivian said and turned back to Isabella. "Its not my fault that I thought that night after the party would turn to something more. Anyways I ran into him at the bar and he said it was just a fling and he had no interest in starting anything serious. Anyways it doesn't matter. I really don't care. I'm just telling you because birds of a feather flock together, and you just gotta be careful. Because one minute you might be moving in with Samson and making all these big plans and decisions together, and he will just wake up one morning, and to hell with everything. You can't trust these Men nowadays "

I bent down to pick one of them up and flipped it over to see three beautiful faces. Daniel, the one holding the camera, had his eyes crossed and wore a goofy grin on his face. His cheek was pressed against Jai's, who was smirking as if he hadn't intended to smile for the picture but cracked at the last moment. I could easily imagine that Daniel had said something funny that made him smile. Priya was leaning into the picture on the other side of Jai, flashing dazzling white teeth with a photogenic smile. I laughed at the picture and looked at the note in my hands to read what was written. It's a good thing Priya's cyber-smart-ass stalks your mom on

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he pushes his hair back against the water streaming down from above him. Doing just as he's told me to do, I see exactly what Rebecca told me when she said he was gorgeous. He's strong, lean, inked, and fucking beautiful. I've never seen him without a shirt on before, so I'm seeing the chest piece he sports, and it is magnificent. I've never really been the type to get into men because they have tattoos, but on Trick, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Artwork covers his entire chest, sleeves cover his arms, but it's the chest piece I keep coming back to. A skull on top of a lion. It accentuates the strength of his core, the strength of the man standing in front of me. My gaze slides dow

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

I gagged, drool spilling instantly down my chin as he pushed deep, forcing me to suck his fingers. “Good,” he muttered, watching my lips stretch around them. “Get that mouth ready.” My tongue swirled around his fingers without me thinking. The salty taste of my own wetness was faint, he must not have washed completely after fingering me earlier. My core hissed hard at the thought. “Let's get ready again” one of the cameramen whispered. Greg’s voice cut in, calm. “More spit, Make it messy.” Adam shoved his fingers deeper, pressing my tongue down, making me gag again. Spit dribbled out, dripping down my neck onto the sheets. My eyes watered, my pussy soaking.

It also explained that Amy shall get the entire credit for this as Henry wouldn’t be capable of arranging something like this even if his medical license depended on it. Dangling lanterns quietly lit up the ceiling while glittering the floor in hues of orange and yellow. The furniture and the couches were repositioned to the corners in order to make room for everyone, and they completed the sofa set with tables atop which lay scented candles. The theme of the party was quite evident from the colours that were used to accessorize the wall and the music that flooded the room. It was a good blend of jazz with the serene atmosphere and I realized that I was actually enjoying it.