Annika Devaki
Stories (3/0)
Angel of Release
Angelina sat naked on her velvet stool. She wiggled her ass cheeks against the plush feeling of the crushed velvet. She felt a tugging in her lower belly as she rubbed herself against the fabric. She leaned forward and expertly applied her makeup. Pancake foundation followed by powder. Smoky eyes, pink cheeks, and lips. A swipe of black eyeliner and a fluff of her hair and she was done. She expertly pulled and tucked her cock into her ass-cheeks and slipped on her satin panties.
By Annika Devaki5 years ago in Filthy
Welcome Home
I use the key that you gave me just a few days ago and let myself into what is now your new home. I have been going crazy trying to figure out a way to “welcome you home” with the perfect housewarming gift. But what do you need? Curtains? Dishes? Sheets? Nothing seemed right to me… But I still wanted to something to celebrate and welcome you to the next chapter in your journey.
By Annika Devaki5 years ago in Filthy
The Marker
“Ma'am you are going to have to wait until the marker is off the table before you take your money.” Willie the roulette table operator chastised me sufficiently and I snatched my hand back away from my pastel lavender chips. I felt my face go red and hot and I looked away until the clear, cylindrical shaped object, the marker, was removed from play.
By Annika Devaki5 years ago in Filthy
