Neon Vanesca

      "Sure, I mean it. You're only going to get ice cream," my fiance Brandon said to me, mashing away at his video game controller before shouting at the screen, "Motherfucker!" He was playing Call of Duty: Warzone and was just blown away by an RPG. Speaking of being blown away, I was blown away by his offer. His 'Vette Stringray was his baby. His prized possession...besides me of course. I was even more shocked when he tossed me the keys, letting me know he was serious. I slowly backed out of the room, not wanting him to change his mind. He's never offered the car to me so freely. The only time I ever get to drive that sex machine on wheels is if I have to beg, and even then, Brandon has to be in the car with me. "Wait, Tera... ." he shouted from the den. I froze. My chances have been ruined because I tiptoed instead of sprinted for the front door. "Yeah!" I shouted back, not wanting to face him. "Make mine a neapolitan instea...

​           Briefly he stares at me. Not in confusion, but as a predator whose prey is begging to be devoured. Enough with his looking, time to eat. I grip his dark curly hair and shove his face into my pussy. Immediately I moan like a maniac as I am brought back to the Theta-9 waterfalls. I tense up, having to brace myself against the table behind me. My stomach trembles into a warm ball of heated force. With a steady rhythm, I hump his mouth, grinding my succulent lips across his face until his tongue slips into my tight hole, back out, and up to rejoin my clit. ​      He buries his face even deeper into me, sucking the lips I’m feeding him. Tension is building within my core. Earthquakes shake my thighs. The explosion within me was imminent. I raise my pussy up again. His tongue stiffens and again, tongue fucks my hole, sending a tidal wave of electricity up my spine. My hearing ability leaves my head. I was shouting to the heavens for mor...

On your knees now, Candace said. Yes ma'am, the subject replied. Stick your tongue out. Good, now bury it deep in my ass. His tongue parted into her asshole, licking her beautiful rim until she moaned and swayed her hips into him for more. He took his tongue deep down as far as it could before coming back out for air. Candace was disappointed. Who said you were done? Standing on her heels, she slightly squatted down, shoving the males face into her ass. His tongue lashed at her hole with eagerness. Electricity rose through his tongue and covered her body. She wished this would go on for hours. Maybe it will. -Neon Read my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle NOW https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

Still I stand perfectly still for you. Not because I want to. Because I have to. If I move an inch, I'll lose it. If I move an inch, I will crumble. As you move inches down my body with your lips I know it doesn't matter. I will crumble anyway. -Neon Read my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle NOW https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

I don't give a fuck how much it costs or if it's my favorite. Rip this fucking shirt off me. Do whatever you want. Tonight, I'm your fuckdoll. -Neon My book Strapped for Survival and the bonus story Wine Not are available now - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

I needed him to taste me I needed him, staring at me between my thighs with wet lips. Eager to please. -NeoN Read my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle NOW https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

She hated him the moment he tied his belt around her ankles and wrists behind her back. Hated him because of how she felt. Out of control, wild, and completely his. She hated him because he was the only one who could make her feel hot and cold at the same time. He saw her weakness and exposed it for what it is. "You hate me don't you?" he asked, as she sat on her knees on the ottoman in front the chair he sits in. "Tell the truth." "Yes," she whispered. "Good," he replied happily. Leaning back, he unzipped his fly and presented her his rigid, hard cock. "Now show just how much I make you hate me." -Neon Read NOW my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

     The first thing Dahlia loved to do after she got home was strip off her clothes. She adored to be naked, free and without any restrictions, especially within her own apartment. Living by the beach, her building was only ten feet apart from the building next door. One thing she did like about this close proximity: it was a straight shot from her bedroom window to the surfer dude's kitchen next door. Every once in a while she'd catch him doing the dishes at the sink in front of his window, or talking on his phone. But, for the most part, their timing was off. She hardly saw him. Even more rarely would she see him out in the wild. Usually it would be with his surfboard under his arm walking to the beach as she was parking.      God he was built. His arms bulged as he carried that long board as if it were as light as a pancake. His dark, tanned skin accented his light green eyes. If their eyes connected, those jades would shoot a look that would make her ...