Synopsis

[WARNING: R18+ content]

“To gain money, I climb on every man’s lap to have sex with them. One was bearable, since I gain benefits. Second is worse, since I lost dignity for wealth.”

Noelle Iris wants to give up on life already when her ill mother’s hospital bills reach a massive amount of money she cannot provide. She got fired from her work, too. Out of all the darkness she experiences that day, a man named Blake Villano, comes up and offers his help.

However, in exchange of paying Noelle’s bill, she needs to work as a porn star.

How can she overcome the sexual pleasure when all men wanted to taste her?

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[EXCERPT]

Blake stated, “In order to make you wet faster, I have to kiss you, Noelle.”

She liked granting permissions, only on technical but not on body talks.

Blake didn’t touch her breasts but pulled her closer. Her nipples found his brusque chest.

Holding her safely in the back, Blake tilted her chin up, and slowly leaned down to meet her lips. It’s the first time Noelle experienced a kiss. Her virgin lips screamed further than her subconscious.

Blake didn’t move, waiting for Noelle to open her lips. When she responded, Blake didn’t hesitate to kiss her gradually. Nibbling in her lips, Noelle got confused where to place her hands. She held on to his waist, steadying her posture.

Blake reached her butt and squeezed one of them. Noelle felt something coming out of her groin. Blake slipped in one finger in her butt crack, fiddling at the outer skin. Noelle pressed her groin to his crotch, and he felt it hardened.

Continuing the minimal torture, Blake rubbed it back and forth, reducing the tension.

His tongue swirled inside her lips, and oh, Noelle felt so good about it.
She forgets all her problems by just a kiss, an erotic stimulation, and Noelle started to love the job she accepted.

Blake didn’t resist travelling his hands to her breasts, squeezing it.

It detached Noelle from his body, stepping back, as if being electrocuted.

Their sloppy kiss got interrupted instantly. Noelle covered her chests.

Blake pursed his lips, left hanging, recovering from their body warmth.

“What am I…” Noelle got confused.

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[Cover is not mine, and there is no way the author claimed the picture as her own. The text is edited through Canva.]