Vee X Shelly Fanart Sus Novels & Stories

"Tell me something, Shelly. Doesn't it bother you that you act somewhat like a hillbilly?" "No, I don't," She defends instantly, her cheeks flushing, giving her a more crimson shade. "The truth hurts, girl," I pat her shoulder with a fake grin on my face. "You need to live a little. There's a more fascinating world outside your books and your glasses and your pet," "Keep Fallon out of this," She says. "Sorry," I raise my hands in surrender. Fallon is Shelly's cat, and she adores him more than anything. Sometimes I wonder if he is her fated mate.

Shane is art. I’ve never just wanted to suck dick, but with Shane, I love it. I actually enjoy it. I want to slobber all over him. Gagging on his cock sounds like a good time. I was anxious, no, needy for it—for him. I clenched my thighs before lowering until I was on my belly. From this angle, I get a good view of his balls and the prominent veins that slither up his underside. His monster cock casts a shadow over me. I don’t know how he can sleep with his third leg pointing upward, but it was impressive.

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

Aria’s POV “You… You own Velvet Vibe?” Shane stammered, clearly blindsided by the revelation. I nodded, keeping my expression neutral, though I couldn’t deny the small thrill of satisfaction at seeing her so caught off guard. “Yes, I do. I’m here today to finalize the collaboration with Thorn Enterprises.” Shane’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to regain her footing, the confident, superior air she had walked in with was now completely shattered. “Oh,” was all she managed to say, clearly at a loss.

vee laughed. “So you’re fantasizing on cheating on me” Susanna pouted. “I won’t dare, sugar” vee said to her girlfriend and kissed her lips. “Ugh, y’all have got no shame left” piper snapped at her cousin and her girlfriend with a disgust look. “Shut up pipes, I’m sure she’s already pregnant by now” vee said pointing at Lex. Y’all see what I was talking about? They’re all insane. I took my attention away from them to face my girlfriend, her face was pale, that’s the Ac I guess?

It was a voice that sounded like a thousand fans speaking in a forum, a chaotic mixture of enthusiasm, possessiveness, and entitlement. A figure emerged from the "Blurred" oak tree. It was a woman in her late twenties, wearing a "Shadow Claw" hoodie and carrying a glowing violet tablet. She didn't look like a villain; she looked like a "Super-Fan" who had just won a contest to meet her idols. Her eyes were two solid pools of "Market Liquid Gold," reflecting the millions of "Up-votes" she had received to become the "Next Author."

Not her long legs or narrow, rounded hips, and certainly not her ripe breasts as she pulled her top up and over her head. "A little more," she whispered, cupping her tits and rubbing her thumbs around her dark nipples. "Take as much as you can, baby. Up and down, that's it. Nice and slow, yeah, just like that. You're such a good cocksucker, Bobby." "Ummph..." I agreed, pumping her cock in time with my bobbing head. The idea that I was a cocksucker bothered me, as it would anyone else, I'm sure, but not enough to make me stop. Shelly's nipples were growing long and stiff above me. Her tongue played between her smile and the girl's brilliant blue eyes glittered like diamonds. She was a vision

One was the fan art compilation—drawings sent in by followers, ranging from technically impressive to utterly unhinged, all depicting two figures whose features were consistently dark-haired and golden-blonde respectively. The caption was simply the people have spoken. It had eighty thousand views before nine AM. The second was a reaction video to the fan art where Scarlett said nothing, only held up pieces of it to the camera with an expression of increasing approval. The third was twelve seconds of her pointing at her own ring finger with both eyebrows raised, saying nothing, and walking out of frame. Damien saw all three when Roman sent them to him at nine-fifteen. He looked at them. He p

Yet managed a coarse murmur, face completely reddened from a mix of arousal and lack of breath; ”I’m going to…” Vincent drew back. “Not yet.” Spoke gruffly. Blue whimpered.

Sabrina’s POV “Shelly” “Shelly” “Shelly” The whole room bursts into cheers, hoots, and hollers as Shelly comes down from her first keg stand of the night. She lands back on her feet with the grace of a seasoned gymnast, and the room erupts once more into a thunderous roar of approval, admiration, and a sprinkle of envy. That’s my best friend, everyone—wild and unapologetically herself, that's Shelly Rivera. She’s the embodiment of “I don’t give a damn” if you ask me.