An utterly self-absorbed fetish fantasy involving someone you may or may not know. Sometimes even the most well thought-out fantasies don't always turn out the way you plan it.
Samantha entered the lobby like velvet sin. Curvy and lush, heavy natural breasts strained her black corset, pale skin glowing, silver barbells through hard dark nipples. Wide hips swayed in ripped fishnets, violet-streaked black hair framing green eyes. She had known it was me. “Surprise, Cousin,” she smiled. In the suite her massive tits spilled free. A true goth pain slut, she begged for blood taboo, her thick curves rippling under rough thrusts and slaps in ecstatic ruin.
A Story in the The Secret World of Josie Crupper Universe
A true story - Invited to a private party, schoolgirl, Josie has to submit to an embarrassing yet erotic physical examination in front of two female school governors. Threatened with expulsion from St Mary's, Josie simply must comply....
Sarah ruled her logistics firm as an ice-cold executive queen—until a risky late-night fuck with her accountant’s barely-legal son was caught on hidden cameras. Fired, blacklisted, divorced, and broke, she’s forced to strip at The Velvet Lounge. When her vengeful ex-employees recognize her, the real fun begins. Her proud dominance shatters as she becomes “Sasha the Executive Slut”—collared, tattooed, and addicted to public degradation, revenge gangbangs, anal, squirting, and total submission.