Novelas y relatos de Elena Vonn Sex

She had a genius way of steering the attention of herself. Elena faced the Camera, "You see, yeah, that was my voice you all heard, with the claim that I, Elena Rossi is, a sex Maniac, and it becomes a scandal because, well, I'm not supposed to want sex?" she gave a small laugh, "All I see in that recording is a woman, ready to tear another woman down for the glory of it, and it's so sad" she passed an amused stare to Sofia, "that a woman has never felt a little confidence in her sexual life and wants other women shamed for it." "She turned the table, sir," Noah laughed.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

“Yes, but who am I supposed to have sex with when you’re gone?” Rolling my eyes, I sat straighter on the dark couch of Elena’s massive office. “There are over a million abled men in Rome, Elena, I have no doubts you’d find one as soon as I am out of here. Besides, Donny is quite infatuated with you, as the whole world already knows.” Elena bristled at that. “I’d sooner lay with a dog than go to bed with that fat idiot.” I chuckled and watched as Elena moved gracefully to the small table in the center of the room, where a bottle of champagne sat between two glasses, her hips swaying beautifully.

They had never seen wealth like this. Elena Petrova, 22, from Russia — tall, pale-skinned with icy blue eyes and full breasts. Aisha Rahman, 23, from Malaysia — petite but curvaceous with golden-brown skin and long black hair. Isabella Costa, 24, from Brazil — athletic with sun-kissed skin, dangerous curves, and a wild spirit. The party started civilized — champagne, caviar, laughter. But as the night deepened, Victor’s true intentions emerged.

"Yes, I really love you too. Goodnight, my lovely Marie. See you tomorrow at six." Elena hung up and laughed. God, that woman is incredible! And so sexy when she gets talking, too. Wow! Touching herself listening to Marie was the weirdest and most sensual thing she had done in a long time. She had always thought phone sex was for fat old guys listening to faceless women on those over-priced services, but now she wasn't so sure. Marie was darned good at arousing her, especially when she said things like that! Yeah, the smart ones are kinky. Elena smiled and shivered with anticipation. She couldn't wait until after dinner tomorrow night.

“Shares transferred to your name weeks ago. Secret. You can walk away rich. No more Damian. No more control.” Elena looked at the documents while Victor fingered her slow on the couch. Two fingers deep in her pussy, thumb on her clit. “Uh… yeah… keep going…” she moaned, legs spread wide. He made her cum twice before they even fucked. Then he laid her on the table and slid his cock in missionary, slow and nasty. “This could be every day. Your choice.” “Uh… fuck… your dick is so good… ahh… yes…” Elena moaned shameless, heels digging into his ass. She came hard again, pussy gushing around him.

Elena’s moans filled the penthouse as she came loudly on Damien’s cock. Victor was next. He took her from behind, gripping her hips and pounding her with powerful strokes while Rafael fed her his cock. Elena was lost in pleasure, spit-roasted between two dominant men while her husband filmed it all. Rafael took his turn fucking her in a deep mating press, his curved cock hitting her G-spot perfectly with every thrust. Elena squirted hard around him, screaming as her body convulsed. The men rotated, using her in every combination. At one point, Victor fucked her pussy while Damien took her mouth. Later, Rafael fucked her ass for the first time while Victor used her pussy in a double penetrati

He had seen beautiful women before, but none who trembled beneath his gaze quite like this. However, he wasn’t the type of man who was easily swayed. He was a man accustomed to control, in boardrooms, in negotiations, and in rooms like this. He turned away sharply, and glared hard at the wall, clenching his fist at his sides. "No sex," he blurted. "Not tonight. Not until you beg for it." Elena paused instantly, and furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering what he meant by that. "But tonight," Soren continued. "You tell me one truth. One real one, and we begin."

A deep, guttural grunt escaped my chest. Elena let out a long, shaky moan, her head arching back as she began to bounce on me. She set a brutal, fast pace, riding my dick like her life depended on it. With every downward drop, her full, heavy breasts bounced in a perfect, intoxicating rhythm right in front of my face. The scent of her vanilla perfume and raw sex was suffocating.