Dr Emma Hall Porn Novels & Stories

she begged but I didn’t move, I just remained inside her. “What do I get in return?” I asked smiling mockingly at her. “Anything, anything you just name it, please fuck me.” She pleaded desperately. “Well, if she will do anything then I’ll love to fuck her too,” Emma said startling us, but she was already kissing Lauren. “Don’t worry Ms. Emma, she’s the three hole slut for tomorrow.” I said and started fucking her. “Are we going to talk all day or are we going to have some real action?” Cora asked and I smiled.

"Welcome on board then, Emma!" Smiling somewhat awkwardly, her eyes irresistibly attracted by his huge chubby penis, Emma stood up as well and shook Dr Jung's hand. Moments later, he took his leave and headed back into the exam room, grinning all the while. As Emma left his office, the unmistakeable sounds of yet another one of the young doctor's vigorous sexual therapy sessions followed her out the door.

But if you ignore me again, I'm bringing handcuffs and will force you to watch cute otter videos until you're happy. I can't help my laugh. Emma, always ready to storm the gates of hell on my behalf. I don't deserve her, but I text back: 'Sounds divine. Handcuffs better be pink and fluffy.' Her reply sets me laughing again: 'You think I'm a rookie?' I set the phone down, a smile tugging at my lips, but it fades as I finally look at the search results. The first few links are useless, a mix of anatomy diagrams, outdated forums, very questionable websites I wouldn't click on if you paid me and, oh great, some truly horrifying medical articles.

Emma stood up and looked at Max, who remained seated, watching her intently, intrigued by her next move. "Can I tell you a secret?" Emma said, smiling, her cheeks turning as red as a tomato, determined to share it. Max nodded. She leaned in closer to his ear. "I have a fantasy of doing it in a restroom stall for men." Just saying it out loud, confessing that fantasy, made Emma feel even more aroused than she already was. As she slowly pulled away, she remained close to his face. Max's breath caught, and he felt himself getting harder beneath his boxer shorts. He cleared his throat, noticing how his honey-colored eyes widened. He felt that magnetic force drawing him to her. "What is this? Jus

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

Being an excellent friend—and good sport—Rhea admired my deep-throating and cooed, “You’re such a good fucking slut, Em.” She untied my bikini bottoms, allowing the fabric to fall away and expose my pussy. “I want to eat you, while you choke on his boner,” she said. Zane seemed to be trying with all of his might not to give in. I, however, had no desire to resist. Emma’s exquisite tongue and finger skills were rapidly pushing me toward climax. She worked my clit relentlessly with her tongue flicks and fiercely probed my pussy. Eventually, I needed more air. I pulled back, letting Zane’s cock escape my lips as I howled with climactic pleasure. He didn’t mind, though. As Rhea made me come, he

" Seriously! What is their problem? Why were they involving them in his private matters? The crowd was pushing me when suddenly a warm hand caught mine and made me escape from that crowd. I looked up to see cable, he told me he tightly kissing my cheek and giving a small smile. We entered the hall, cable still holding my hand. The hall was fully decorated and it looked beautiful. "This is my girlfriend Emma." I came out of my trance and looked up to see a man who was around 30 looking towards me with a creepy smile. “Emma he is one of the famous directors “

Zoë said with horror. “Not necessarily,” Emma said as she slid from her stool and stood unsteadily on her feet. “He could be a unicorn.” “A unicorn?” Emma nodded and then stopped, raising her hand to steady her head as a wave of nausea roiled through her. “A unicorn,” she said when the need to vomit had passed. “Maximum orgasms, minimum arsehole.” “Shh,” Emma whispered laughing as she and Zoë tried unsuccessfully to unlock her front door. “You’ll wake Kirra.”

“Take off that dress. I want you naked in your own house like the desperate housewife you are. Show me how badly you need this. How badly you’ve been starving for a man who actually knows how to fuck you.” Emma’s hands shook with a mixture of shame, excitement, and overwhelming arousal as she obeyed. She pulled the thin sundress over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood completely naked before him in her own kitchen, her full breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths, her nipples hard and aching, her pussy swollen, red, and visibly dripping his cum down her thighs.

Then, I took hold of his rough, weathered hands before continuing, "I'm a doctor and obsessive about cleanliness—both physical and moral. That video is fake, and so is Kelsey." Dad lifted his bleary eyes to look at me. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing. Just then, there was a knock—no, a pounding at the door. "Jillian, time's up! Open up!" Patrick's voice, thick with impatience and greed, came through the door. I rose to my feet and smoothed out the creases in my clothes. If they were so hellbent on digging their own grave, who was I to deny them?