Santana Lopez was not what most people would call a morning person. Or an afternoon person, evening person or night person, but that's just because she didn't suffer fools who were cheerful for no God damn reason. The point was Santana never really liked mornings and they had been extra sucky lately, however this was definitely an exception. This morning was...
She was lying on the bed, freshly pampered from her bath. Smoothly shaven and oiled, I hear her call me into the bedroom. I found her lying on the bed, absent-mindedly playing with her collar, massaging herself with the whip; dragging it slowly and delicately across her tits, running in down to her smooth, soft, and obviously wet open pussy. Smiling at me...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story is a spinoff of Beyonce's Book Of Bitches. However Beyonce's Book Of Bitches will continue as it is, this story just shares it's history. ***** Beyonce Know...
Maryse Ouellet had never particularly wanted to be a wrestler. She had just kind of fallen into it in her search for fame, fortune, and most of all her twisted desire for big, fat asses. To be fair she had tried to hold back at first so she could achieve the fame and fortune she desired, but now she had given in to her perverted lust and had acquired hersel...
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Your sated bliss does not last long... As my tongue rims and laps at Your tight hole...i can hear Your voice change...becoming more demanding as Your naturally Domme personality reemerges... "oooh yes bitch...lick My asshole...I know its what You crave slut...You need to bury that tongue in me...I see the way you look at My ass when I'm clothed...I know Yo...
Author's note: This story was co-written with another author called Vintage. *** A firework display goes off in the arena as Monday Night RAW begins in front of the live crowd. "Good evening everyone, I'm Good O'l JR, and beside me is my partner, Jerry "the King" Lawler, as tonight will be a RAW for the history books!" "You said it JR, can you believe i...
Author's note: Spoilers for Episode 18 of Series 4. ***** Even with Damon's helpful information Rebekah hadn't expected tracking down Katherine would be easy, and it wasn't. The girl had five hundred years' worth of experience running and hiding from her least favourite brother, and at times her favourite brother, so there was every chance this would turn...
When Ellie heard the sound of the door to her bedroom opening she kept her head down like the obedient sex slave she had become. As with every other time it happened she briefly worried it was someone other than her mistress. Chuck, or Morgan, or Casey would all be horrifying, and while if it was her husband Devon she could probably convince him she was wai...
Some days I feel so fucking desperate... Hmmm...how did it come to this that I had not fucked or even kissed anyone in almost three years and my pussy ached like an itch to be scratched ...I felt myself in the urge to suck tongue so bad and pull some erect cock up my cunt. Oh I tried going in churches almost everyday, to control desire and be a good Christ...