Alaina Ellis Nudes Novels & Stories

“I need to feel alive. Stretch me… ruin me… make me yours.” Kael smiled darkly. “On your knees, worship this PHD.” Elaine sank into the warm grass, blades tickling her skin. She peeled off her tank top, letting her heavy breasts spill free into the hot air. She slid her shorts and panties down, spreading her thighs wide. The cool breeze kissed her soaked pussy, making her shiver. Kael freed his massive cock. The thick, veined length slapped heavily against her cheek, burning hot, its strong masculine musk filling her lungs.

Alan said furiously as he looked back at him at the house from which Elara walked out. His mouth dropped at the sight of her dressing. She was clad exactly how he had dressed Lisa in the woods while training her. Brown leathered tight trousers, short leather blouse supported by two thick straps at the shoulder, leaving her flat belly to ogle at, leather bands worn on each wrist and her hair tied up in a high pony at her head.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.