Novel & Cerita Beth Eleanor Porn

On the phone, she would not say anything. What was this important matter? Phoebe closed the door tightly and walked to the sofa to pick up her phone. She opened the video today, "Look, I got this video of Eleanor dating with another man." Donald picked up the video, and immersed himself in appreciating it. In the video, Eleanor and that were very intimate, so it was easy to tell that they did not have a proper relationship. "This man might be Eleanor's lover outside. My father doesn't know definitely." Phoebe said somewhat anxiously.

The same code she'd used for twenty years. The safe opened. Inside were files. Hundreds of them. Each one marked with a name. A date. A crime. I pulled out the first file. Senator Morrison. Photos of him with underage girls. Bank records showing bribes. Eleanor had destroyed him. Bought him. Owned him. "Looking for something specific?" I spun around. Eleanor stood in the doorway. She wore a black silk nightgown that made her look like death itself. Her silver hair was perfectly styled despite the late hour.

SOLD TO THE BILLIONAIRE °°° WARNING !! This book contains detailed descriptions of sexual activity, including BDSM, kink, power dynamics, and scenes that may involve non-consensual or dubiously consensual encounters. These scenes can be intense and may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. °°° Eleanor wore a sexy black gown. It was very tight on her body, so the curve of her waist was very visible. In addition, Don Constantino filled her with jewelry—whether real or fake, it added to her beauty.

The humiliation, the degradation, the sheer audacity of it all, seemed to fuel her, transforming her from a shy, lonely woman into a brazen, demanding slut. One evening, the camera was set up in the living room, facing the worn sofa. Eleanor sat there, naked, her massive body spilling over the cushions. Her breasts, enormous and heavy, hung low, her nipples dark and engorged. Her belly, a soft mountain of flesh, jiggled with every breath. Her pussy, a dark, inviting slit, was already glistening. Mark sat in an armchair opposite them, the camera resting on a tripod, a small monitor displaying the live feed. He held a remote, his fingers hovering over the record button.

Finn growled and that brunette cursed under her breath before casually getting off of Leon and wearing her shirt back that was on the floor. "I'll get him next time! But he's only mine!" That brunette hissed while glaring at Eleanor who flinched back completely baffled. "Fuck off, Bertha!" Was this woman about to snatch Leon's virginity! Leon would've been ruined if Eleanor didn't call Finn on time! This mere thought made her repugnant towards that woman and that Bertha wasn't even abashed of the sin she was about to commit. Eleanor abruptly blocked Bertha's way with a clenched jaw. "Give me the keys!" Eleanor said coldly, making Bertha to glare back.

I knew for sure that something was off, and I knew for fact that my mate was trying, somehow, to send me a message. “Think about it, we never did see Eleanor before.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The woman was nothing but a name Alienora Bernardi, the chosen woman for the famous Elton Bernardi, but now, she just pops in a picture by his side, holding her stomach and showing off a ‘pregnancy’ that has to be at least three or four months old, doesn’t all that raise a small question mark to you?” “Even if it does, how are we going to…?”

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Eleanor's POV I had been missing much while I was dead and even those times I alienated myself from him. I'm so happy now that I've gotten back in union with him. "Can you undress and spread your legs wide for me, let's video call. I'm bored here now you're gone and nothing can help me get better in mode except you, my luna." "Wow, you're quite hilarious. Alright I'll do what you say." I drop my phone on the bed, hastily strip myself of my clothes. I rub my clit feeling it's Alexandro that's doing this to me. I moan in ecstasy.

When Dad finally went to bed around 11 PM, claiming an early meeting, the tension in the house shifted like a live wire. I was in my room, pretending to scroll on my phone in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, when the door opened without a knock. Elena stepped inside wearing only a sheer black babydoll that clung to her full breasts and barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. No panties. Her nipples were already hard, dark shadows against the fabric. In one hand she carried the strap-on again—this time with a slightly thicker, curved dildo attached, the head flared and menacing. In the other, a small bottle of lube and something else I couldn’t quite see.

Long term relationship, Roth scoffed inwardly as he thought of what Eleanor had said. He just needed to make his sex life a little more kinky, he thought as he said softly to her, “That’s good. Finger yourself now.” She groaned in excitement and her mouth hung open as she pushed a finger into her warm pussy, she began to work it in and out of her wet opening. He watched her pushing a second finger into her pussy and a squishing sound beginning to pulse in the room. Her free hand cupped her left breast firmly.