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Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Then, she started to play with them, her touch was feather light, exploring every curve. She paid special attention to my left one, my pierced nipple. Her fingers traced the delicate metal, teasing it gently. A sigh escaped my lips as she lowered her head, her warm tongue making contact. She started to lick and suck my tits, a deep, resonant pleasure blooming in my core. It felt so good, nothing like the clumsy fumbling I'd endured from guys before. I mean, one guy almost ripped my nipple ring out! Instead, Pink was gentle and caring, her touch reverent. I had never felt like this before, so utterly cherished and desired, yet completely safe.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
"I'm exhausted!" Pink yawned and stretched, her tight t-shirt lifting up and exposing some of her firm stomach. The soft light of the hotel hallway caught the subtle curve of her waist, a fleeting glimpse that sent a curious flicker through me.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
The Miss Chronicles. Content Warning.
Charlotte had always been home, but it was Ms. Helen Clark who truly made it feel alive for me. I’d seen her around, a vibrant fixture in the city's small business community, long before I ever found myself acquainted with her, let alone working for her. She had this effortless charm, a way of making everyone around her feel seen, appreciated, and just a little bit electric. Her office, nestled in a historic building downtown, became my second home, especially when her assistant, Oliver, a wry, observant man who always seemed to know more than he let on, brought me into the fold for some ad-hoc projects.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
The Miss Chronicles. Content Warning.
The bass thumped a steady rhythm through James’s apartment, a pleasant reverberation against the soles of my shoes. His “after work party” was less a wild bash and more a laid-back gathering of friends, exactly what I’d needed after a long week. But the casual atmosphere took an unexpected turn when a woman with a laugh like wind chimes and eyes that crinkled at the corners walked in.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Backstage Heat. Content Warning.
Lena then tells Sophie “On your back, legs spread. Let him see that pretty pussy.” Sophie obeyed without hesitation, her thighs falling open, her panties already soaked through, the lace clinging to her lips. Lena hooked her fingers into the fabric and tore them aside, the sound of ripping lace lost beneath Sophie’s needy whimper. Jack’s cock jerked at the sight of her being bare, glistening, as her clit swollen and flushed.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Backstage Heat. Content Warning.
Lena didn"t waste a second. She crowded against him, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails scraping over his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. “You're ours now, Jack,” she murmured, her mouth crashing against his before he could respond.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Backstage Heat. Content Warning.
Lena, so that was her name, didn"t take her eyes off Jack. “I'm just honest.” She reached out, her fingers brushing the back of his hand where it rested on the pillar. Her touch was warm, deliberate. “What's your name, sweetheart?”
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Backstage Heat. Content Warning.
The backstage area of the Miami Arena pulsed with the kindling energy of a show just ended with sweat, bass still thrumming through the walls, and the electric hum of lingering adrenaline. Jack leaned against a concrete pillar near the loading dock, his black button-down clinging to his shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The air smelled of spilled beer, leather, and the faint metallic tang of stage pyrotechnics. His fingers traced the condensation on his whiskey glass, the ice clinking softly as he took another slow sip, watching the controlled chaos unfold around him.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The vibration of my phone nearly sent it skittering across the smooth marble countertop. I snatched it up, my thumb poised over the delete button, a wave of panic washing over me. "No, no, no," I muttered, my eyes scanning the screen. I'd been trying to send a discreet, 'just-for-me' pic of my impressive nine inches to my private gallery, but my butterfingers had betrayed me. Instead, it was now sitting in Liv's direct messages.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The digital world, for all its convenience, sometimes throws curveballs we least expect. For Johnny, that curveball came in the form of a rogue snap, meant for one person, landing squarely in another's inbox. And for Livvy, it was the unexpected, and undeniably impressive, arrival of a ten-inch revelation.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The sudden ping startled Liv, her phone nearly slipping from her hand. It was from Matt, a good friend from her pottery class – a genuinely sweet, a little awkward, but undeniably attractive guy. She smiled, thinking he was probably asking about glazes or firing temperatures.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
