Velvet Sky Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

And we had to stop it because the air became scarce. Pablo turned around me, pushed, pulled, and made my sounds become supplications. I begged for more, and he gave it to me. I begged for his hands back on that mound of pleasure of mine, and there it was. I begged in silence for his mouth on my nipples, and he was soon fulfilling his role. He was a dream lover, really. I was totally disconcerted when I noticed that there was not a single part of me that was not under his control.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

"Are you planning to sell it under The Velvet's name?" "Definitely not. The Velvet is branded as high-end jewelry. I would never use its name to sell these budget-friendly products." "So, are you thinking of collaborating with these livestream hosts?" "I just connected with a few influencers, but their advertising fees and commissions are too expensive. We won't make much money if we have them promote our products. I thought about partnering with Vermont. The two of us can start a separate company, invest our own money in live streaming, and do a one-stop processing service without having to give a cut to a middleman."

VelvetMistress. That red lace. Her legs crossed slowly, her voice low and deliberate, like silk sliding against skin. It had been only one night since her livestream. One night since I’d sat still in a dark jet, headphones in, watching her move like she had all the time in the world. She’d looked into the camera and asked her viewers who deserved her attention. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I tipped her five grand and logged off before I could do something even more impulsive. Later, a notification had come through.

“Do you need me to fill you up now, maybe you're gonna come back to your senses” I whispered sharply, annoyed and willing to carry out my throat if he ever stared at her that way again. He looked away, like a dog afraid to be hurt, but he should know better, I would never really hurt him, at least, not physically. The Alaska moon withdrew back to its shield slowly, although it was a full moon, and the little brightness from the receded moon lightens the outside hall. I saw we came just in time, but my target, Anthony Sky, the multiple award winning content creator who originated from Kansas, and is known for his trends records has failed to show up.

I wants to cum so badly - I wants to cum so hard. Yet there is something I need. I figure if I am in for a penny, I am in for a pound, and I take a break, reaching for my phone and open up the page I want: OnlyFans.com/badgirl_anna. I scroll until I find the video of her masturbating. Those tits. The way she'd felt under my hand. God. How tight her little pussy would be. She was a virgin.

She had no intention of leaving college with a debt over her head, which was why she had texted the client earlier, 'I will send you a video of me doing a threesome in exchange for three million." And to her surprise, the client had responded with the words, "Make it worth the price." If Kate succeeded, she would not only be debt free, but she would finally have enough money to leave the city and find somewhere else where she wouldn't be known. A fresh start. And if tonight went as planned, she would also be closing her OnlyFans account. Unfortunately, the client had made a specific request this time. It had to be a full video, but Kate had thought it through and requested for a mask.

"Oh my God!" "What?" Jessi asked. "It says here that earlier today, Noah released the video on her OnlyFans page!" "That brat!" Jessi yelled, getting to her feet. "And she increased her subscription fee to $50, yet, there's been over a million views, oh my God! That's 50 million dollars! And it's only gonna increase!" "If I could just get my hands on that b*tch!" Jessi exclaimed, running her hands through her hair, she looked like she might explode.

The next morning, our apartment smelled like coffee and sex. I woke up sore in the best way possible, Caleb’s arm draped possessively over my waist and his cum still dried on my inner thighs from last night’s second, off-camera round. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head — the way he’d looked at me when the camera was off, like he wasn’t sure where the acting ended and we began. I slipped out of bed and checked our anonymous OnlyFans page on my laptop. My stomach flipped.