Wallace Wells Nsfw Novels & Stories

He started moving slow, pulling his left fist back, then punching it forward again. Wet, filthy squelching sounds immediately filled the room, loud and obscene. “Mmm… yeahhh…” Maya moaned softly, propping herself higher on her elbows so she could watch both his thick wrists sliding in and out of her holes. “So fucking good…” Karl’s mouth twisted into a dark, lecherous grin. “I wouldn’t be shocked if you told me you’ve taken two fists in this cunt before.” Maya’s eyes sparkled with filthy pride.

Meanwhile, Wallace finally came to. He stared blankly at the screen, at the vials exploding one after another, and his body gave out. "Everything… is ruined." Rage burned in his eyes. He charged toward Elijah, who was hiding in the corner, trying to make himself invisible. "You walking disaster! You're a godforsaken idiot! Why would you install pirated software that you bought online? Were you really that short on money? Look at the mess you made! Every single sample is destroyed! What are you going to use to pay for it?"

“Wallace… Ahh. Ha. Ha.” After two hours of hardcore f*cking Wallace felt himself leak that is more of his cum. He was coming. He frowned as he wasn’t happy about coming, but the night is still young. He can still keep having sex with her without anyone stopping him or walking in on them. Even if they walked in on him it wasn’t going to stop him. He was still going f*ch her in front of them. Making those eyes see how they are enjoying each other’s company. “Ha. UGGH!” he grunted.

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

And now, Josephine had decided to slap him? “Why shouldn’t I slap you?” Josephine matched his tone, her voice laced with fury. With disgust in her expression, she handed him a tablet. “Watch for yourself.” Lucas took the device, confusion plastered on his face. Breaking News: The CEO of Wells Corporation’s sex tape was released earlier today! “What?!” Lucas’s voice trembled as sweat lined his forehead. His fingers hesitantly played the video. The shock on his face was evident. “Wh—Wha—What is this?” he stammered to no one in particular.

I played the video in front of him, and his moans were heard, and it can be heard how he’s literally threatening the girl, who’s no other than Nova, in the video as they were having sex. This video that was sent by our insider, didn’t have any background music, it was the raw one. And there we found out that they had to mute the original video, because Nova was crying for help. She didn’t want what’s happening that moment, but Mr. Wilson still forced her to have sex with him.

A shocked Clarence replied, “Mr. Yoke, have you become an old fool? Can you not tell that he’s molesting them? What kind of medic does this? Can a few pokes save lives? This is literally molestation. We should arrest this disgusting monster!” “Bullsh*t! You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Wallace had no idea what Alex was doing too, but he had seen Alex use such methods on Keith. It looked exactly the same, and they were actually gentle and straightforward.

"I'm not in the mood to talk right now." My words are sharp and rude, but he is not dwelling on that. He is looking over my shoulder and smiling. "Well, look who is in the mood to talk? Luther fucking Wayne. He has already made a friend with a Swedish man." "What?" I turn around sharply. "Is that..." "Oskar Wallin? Captain of the bisons? Hell yeah."

Then we stop counting and just call it “whenever we can.” Richard takes me in his office. In his bedroom. In the shower. In the kitchen, bent over the counter where I used to eat breakfast as a teenager. Wells is more scheduled – Tuesday evenings and Saturday mornings, always professional, always thorough, always documenting completion times and deposit volumes with clinical precision. Sometimes they overlap. Like tonight. I’m on Richard’s bed – our bed now, really – on my hands and knees. Richard is behind me, fucking me with deep, steady strokes. Wells is in front of me, feeding me his cock while he reviews paperwork.

"Oh, for the love of—sir, you’ve got to stop looking at that wall like it’s going to grow a personality. It’s Italian marble. It’s expensive. It’s boring." Wells bustled into the room like a blue jay in a hurricane. His hair was a mess of bleach-blond spikes, and he held a tablet like it was a holy relic. He didn’t wait for an invite. He never did.