Angelina Johnson Porn Novels & Stories

"Stop wriggling about, Devilina!" Smirking surreptitiously, Angelina purposely grinded her nether region against his hard erection, making him groan once again. "Ange…Devilina!!" Angelina hid her smirk once again. It feels so good making a man groan out her name! Maybe she should try repeating that some other time…

The post was littered with images and videos-scandalous, damning footage showing her in intimate encounters with various men. There was a video of her sitting at a bar with Hubert, kissing him passionately before the two were seen entering a hotel. Another clip showed her flirting brazenly with a bartender, who then wrapped an arm around her waist as they disappeared into a hotel together. There was even a photograph of her in bed with an older man. The article itself was dripping with venom. The language was vicious, accusing Annie of being shameless, of sleeping with multiple men at once. It claimed that she would go to bed with anyone, so long as there was money involved, or even without

The report also showed she had several fractures to her nose and a dislocated jaw so the surgery had her looking quite different than she previously looked– still incredibly pretty though. “Damn”, he breathed as he reverted his eyes back to the video and struggled understanding the position the male actor had her in. She appeared to be super flexible. In a video, she was in a headstand while she had her pussy eaten, then she was in the splits and taken from behind, then she had her legs behind her ears while a black actor with a huge cock drilled her deep and hard. She sucked dicks like her life depended on it. She obviously enjoyed herself in every video, there were no fake loud moans or ov

Grace’s bedroom felt smaller than it ever had, the air thick with the scent of her own pussy and the faint musk of Johnny’s arousal. She stood there in nothing but the black lace lingerie, the crotch of her panties soaked through, her thighs still shiny from the orgasm she’d filmed for strangers just minutes ago. Her stepson Johnny was frozen in the doorway, cock jutting out obscenely from his fist, thick and veined, the head swollen and leaking. The silence stretched between them like a wire about to snap.

In my mind, I pushed her thong aside, dipping my hand into the warm folds of pink flesh that was her pussy. ....Until a very familiar voice tore through my day dreams. "Mr Ashton?" "Fucking hell!" I swore as I jerked in surprise. I opened my eyes to see Angelina through the half open door of the bathroom, standing at the entrance to my room. All she had to do was turn to her left, and she'd see me stark naked.And shockingly, I desperately wanted her to do that. As though my thoughts had connected with hers, Angelina turned to the left slowly. Her gaze met mine, and then slipped down to my bare body, and her eyes widened.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

(WARNING: SEXUAL VIOLENCE) Angelina POV Three days. Three days since I last saw happiness. It had been the most terrifying three days of my life. Every day, Ace would come and have his way with me. At first, I cried and struggled for him to stop, but then I gave up. What is the use of saving your virtue when it has already been brutally taken? After that, I would silently stay on my knees until he finished his dirty work. He even started being less violent; I guess he understood that I wouldn't fight it. And since yesterday, I had been feeling sick. I even threw up on myself last night. My body smelled of puke and dirt. He had tied my hands to hooks on the wall and my legs to a chain. My han

Off to their side, Brenda could hear similar moans of pleasure and felt the bed being shaken with the force of Alexandra roughly fucking her daughter as well. Angela was amazed at the amount of pleasure she was receiving from her mother. The fear and nervousness at the beginning had only intensified the pleasure she was receiving from her mother's rough fucking of her pussy. Angela moaned louder as she desperately clung to her mother's body. She felt her wet pussy already starting to tingle and wondered how long she could resist her own orgasm because Angela did not want this to end. When her girlfriend used her strap-on dildo on Angela she always started out slow, as Angela felt her pussy t

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

Angela could tell that he is really at his limits. He is a sex addict. If he didn’t get a way to get a whore, he might turn her into one. A man like him, ruthless and experienced, and strong Angela won’t stand a chance to stop him. “Now..?” Her lips trembled. Antonio stood up and gave her a paper bag. “Put those on,” He commanded. Angela quietly observed the two pieces of see through net fabric, a strapless top with a bum short.