Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris - Sex Stories

Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris

... holy water and an exorcist. She moved like a serpent, and in place of her caramel eyes were Marie's black opalescent eyes. As Naomi looked at "her" eyes, the demon on the bed looked directly up at her and smiled gleefully up at her as if to say, "She's allll mine now."

Suddenly, Naomi saw another person enter the edge of the frame. Below her in the open doorway was a male shadow. It was James, and he was naked. His wet, hard, absurdly huge prick still dripped with Marie's cum, glimmering in the diagonal bar of moonlight illuminating his abdomen. She could feel his eyes on her even though his face remained hidden in the shadows.

Naomi saw the noir-eyed whore in the bed smiling and pushing her breasts out towards him provocatively, motioning for him to come hither with her cursed left hand and spreading her legs wide like a shameless little slut with something to sell.

This wild little hussy continued to shamelessly rub her clit, giving her masculine voyeur a show and doing her best to entice this muscled beast to join her. She wanted him to take her. To deflower her. To use her roughly as he had used her cousin only a few meters away and a few moments ago. But the shadowy man didn't approach and only leaned against the threshold with his arms crossed.

If he wants a show, I'll give him one.She thought and then quickly realized "she" was unsure who precisely was having that thought. Was it the good catholic schoolgirl or someone else? Orsomethingelse? She did not know.

Naomi was not sure anymore if she was watching the girl or if shewas the girl. She wasn't sure if the man in the doorway was James, just a dream or a figment of a mind burning with a lust-fueled fever. But none of that mattered. The girl with black eyes continued to flick her fingers over her flushed sex, building towards her climax. Fiction or not, she needed to please her audience.The show must go on.

The joy of being watched bubbled up in her belly and, and a...