Stella Smut
Leana Lovings buzzes with thrill, murmuring to herself, 'Seth finally handed me my own drawer here... we're locking in deep.' But yanking it open, a crumpled paper tumbles free, glued to the top. Eagerness sours to puzzled dread as she scans the roster of women's names—hers uncrossed, the rest slashed out. Her eyes fixate on her spot, unease coiling tight. She hesitates, then shoves the list into her waistband and slips from the room. Facing Seth Gamble, she probes slyly for answers, too timid for a straight shot. He dodges every jab... until she pitches a raw stranger-fuck roleplay, stealing a name from the list. Seth's eyes ignite; he dives into savage, pounding sex, blind to her digs—or is he playing her like a mark in the shadows?
Leana Lovings buzzes with thrill, murmuring to herself, 'Seth finally handed me my own drawer here... we're locking in deep.' But yanking it open, a crumpled paper tumbles free, glued to the top. Eagerness sours to puzzled dread as she scans the roster of women's names—hers uncrossed, the rest slashed out. Her eyes fixate on her spot, unease coiling tight. She hesitates, then shoves the list into her waistband and slips from the room. Facing Seth Gamble, she probes slyly for answers, too timid for a straight shot. He dodges every jab... until she pitches a raw stranger-fuck roleplay, stealing a name from the list. Seth's eyes ignite; he dives into savage, pounding sex, blind to her digs—or is he playing her like a mark in the shadows?