Elena Vonn Sex Novels & Stories

"Okay, that’s great, very sweet, family bonding. But get to the actual point. Did you guys... you know? Did anything intimate happen?" Elena froze, her hand hovering inside her locker. The image of Noah’s damp hair, the heat of the shower water running down his back, and the heavy, consuming rhythm of his body against hers on that worn fabric couch flashed through her mind in a blinding second. The heat rushed straight from her neck to her forehead. She didn't say anything. She just gave a tiny, embarrassed nod, her eyes dropping down to her sneakers. "Well…we had sex," she mumbled under her breath.

#Cassius Aleister North# #Los Angeles# #The supernaturals# Did you see the six inches purple vibrator she pulled out of her bag? ♥Elena's POV♥ The sound of the cool water rippling around while Cass tried several swimming styles didn't only lessen my anxiety but helped quench my horny side.

She contemplated on actually having sex with Carl; she knew it would defile her conscience because she swore to herself that only Ciro would touch her but she needed to fully capture him and so sex was the only way. "Look babe, I am sorry for lying to you, and yes we can have sex" she bit her bottom lip to seduce him and Carl growled in excitement. Flying her panties down, he bent down to her womanhood, his warm breath making Elena squirm. She looked at him with confusion before he winked at me and started sucking my clit, making her moan out in pleasure. Gripping the sheets Elena watched as he ate her out on the bed.

Elena said to everyone strictly making them to turn their gazes away from the both of them immediately. (Translation: What? Mind your own business.) "Leave it and tell me how's your sexual life going with the three handsome hunks?" Elena asked wiggling her eyebrows making a confused expression to etch upon her face. "S-s-sexual life? What's t-that?" Vanessa asked her making Elena's eyes widen and she immediately pulled her more closer to herself. "Don't tell me you didn't have sex before with them." Elena whisper yelled making her to shake her head in denial.

Fuck if I could remember right now. The two of them were a tangle of limbs and moans on the king-sized bed in my penthouse suite, their bodies covered in sweat under the dim red glow of the bedside lamps. Isabella was the brunette with the full, fake tits that bounced with every movement, and she was on her back beneath me with her legs wrapped around my waist and her nails digging into my shoulders like she was trying to mark her territory. Elena was the blonde with the tight ass and long legs, and she was straddling Isabella's face, grinding down as Isabella sucked her off. Her hands were on my chest, pinching my nipples while her green eyes locked on mine, begging for more.

Elena, eat her pussy while I fuck you. Elena's eyes lit up with lust. She positioned herself on all fours between Maria's legs, burying her face in the older nun's soaked folds. Maria cried out as Elena's tongue delved deep, lapping at her clit, then thrusting inside like a mini cock. Elena's ass was raised high, her pussy lips puffy and inviting, dripping down her thighs. I knelt behind Elena, gripping her hips. My cock nudged her entrance, teasing the slick heat. 'Beg for it, sister.'

“Wife. Cute. How long is that going to last once the green card is stamped? Six months? A year? Then what? You toss her back to the hospital and find a proper Russian girl?” Elena sets her fork down with a soft clink. “Careful,” she says, voice sweet but edged. “Some women bite back harder than you expect.” Viktor laughs, genuinely surprised. “She bites. I like her, Dante. She has fire. Tell me, Doctor, does he fuck you hard enough to match that mouth, or does he still treat you like fragile American glass?” I feel Elena’s hand slide onto my thigh under the table, squeezing once in warning. Her voice stays cool. “He fucks me exactly the way I want. And unlike you, he doesn’t need to talk abo

Then she slid her skirt and panties down her long legs, stepping out of them until she was completely naked except for her heels. Elena turned toward Mr. Voss and started touching herself shamelessly. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them together while pinching her nipples. “Ahh… yes…” One hand slid down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy. She spread her lips with two fingers, showing how wet she already was, then pushed two fingers deep inside herself, fingering her cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh fuck… I’m so wet, Sir… mmmhh!” She rubbed her breasts together again, moaning louder as she twisted her nipples. “Ahhh… look how hard they are for you…”

Elena I never thought my body would betray me like this. My name is Elena Voss, twenty-four years old, and for the past six months, I’ve been living in hell. A rare neurological condition the specialists couldn’t name, let alone treat. It started as waves of heat rolling through my core at the worst possible moments—during meetings, while driving, even in the middle of grocery shopping. Now it was constant. An unrelenting, throbbing ache between my thighs that made my clit swell and my pussy drip with need until I couldn’t think straight. My nipples stayed hard, rubbing painfully against every fabric. My voluptuous breasts felt heavier, more sensitive, begging to be touched.

“And the scandals are plenty. Videos of you two fucking like animals. Proof of the murders.” Elena stood between us, dressed in a tight black dress that screamed sex. “Then let’s make a deal. In private.” What followed was pure darkness. In the master bedroom, with guards outside, we negotiated with our bodies. Elena dropped to her knees, servicing both of us. Damien and I took turns in her mouth. Then on the bed. I took her pussy while Damien used her ass. Double penetration, real this time. Her body stretched around two thick cocks. She wailed in overwhelmed ecstasy, squirting endlessly as we alternated holes and rhythms.