Elenas Caprice Porn Novels & Stories

It was big, long and girthy, the head already slick with precum. He rubbed the blunt tip up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance. “Beg for it, Elena. Beg your landlord to fuck you like the desperate girl you are.” My voice came out breathy and broken. “Please… fuck me. Use me however you want. I’ll pay with my body.” Marcus gripped my hips tightly and thrust forward in one powerful stroke. His thick cock stretched me wide open, filling me completely until his heavy balls rested against my clit. The burn was delicious. I gasped loudly, fingers digging into the workbench as he bottomed out inside me.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

“Yes… just like that. Fuck me harder, Marcus. I’m your slut right now.” I drove into her with deep, deliberate strokes, the machine creaking softly beneath us. One hand played with her breasts through the dress while the other rubbed her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, her pussy fluttering around my cock. “I’m going to come,” she whimpered, trying to stay quiet. “Please don’t stop.” “Come for me,” I ordered, slamming deep and grinding against her. “Come on your son’s best friend’s cock" Elena shattered, burying her face in my neck to muffle her cry as her pussy clenched violently around me. I fucked her through every wave, drawing it out until she was trembling.

I grabbed her wrist with both hands as I struggled with her palm whose grip was tightening with every passing second. “Do you think you can stop this? Do you think you can stop me from being with Vernon? Huh? You’re a failure! You don’t even have a wolf! And Trudy me, not even that little thing growing in your womb can stop me!” She growled. My eyes widened in shock. She knew. How? An evil one sided smile crossed Viola’s lips as she began pushing me to the wall. “How?” I breathed with difficulty. “Ohh Elena. Don’t tell me you’re dumb too,” her claws traveled to my neck. I felt it piercing my skin when the door flung open. Viola threw herself to the floor immediately and started sobbing loudl

"Tell me you want the man you work for to treat you like a piece of trash." "I want it so badly, please. I want to feel your tongue in me, Elias! Fuck me as hard as you can!" Elena wailed, her fingers digging into his hair. She reached her limit quickly, her body convulsing as a hot, frantic squirt erupted from her, soaking his face and the expensive carpet. Elias didn't pull back; he drank her in, his growls vibrating through her sensitive nerves until she was sobbing.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

Stacy stood in front of us, tears pouring down her face as her sister fucked me better than she had ever done. “It's my fault you cannot give a blow job or ride a cock. Might as well take a lesson from Elena.” Then I thrust up again, fucking her fast and hard. Elena, the perfect slut, moans so loud in front of her sister. “Nico, I'm going to come!” “Show Stacy how it's done; come on this cock again.” After a few thrusts, Elena trembles as her liquid gushes out of her in waves. “Fuck she even squirts!” I groan, making eye contact with my sobbing girlfriend. Soon I follow suit as my orgasm rips through me. “Fuck.”

By the time the Malta trip ended, the Manhattan condo had sold. Ava called me screaming from a bathroom stall at work. "Elena Valenti, tell me you did not just wire half the sale proceeds into the foundation account and earmark the other half for a house on the coast." "I didn’t." "Liar. The bank notification is staring at me. Are we really doing this?" I leaned against the balcony railing of my hotel suite and looked out at the harbor. "We’re doing it. Resign whenever you’re ready."

He was imagining it was Natasha under him, moaning his name, belonging to him completely. Soon he was cumming. He increased his pace. The lady begged with pleasure. He groaned as he withdrew, jerking onto her back. He spanked her ass and put his shorts back on, leaving her a mess on the desk with wobbly legs. He sat back in his chair and resumed smoking. He wired some money to the lady, and she pecked him goodbye before leaving in her wobbly state. He sighed. He sipped his champagne. He was still angry. Still frustrated. The sex had done nothing to calm the obsession burning in his chest.

“Tell us Peter, what do you imagine actually happened to you last night? You went to another place. Have you any thoughts on that? Don’t be embarrassed to speculate.” I really hadn’t any apart from my VR speculations of earlier. I was far too knackered to think about anything else but bed the previous night. Mental snapshots of the experience made little sense; a patch of grass, a wall of coloured glass, a golden figure pointing at a distant townscape of coruscating lights. It was Capistrano seen from the top of The Promontory but so what? A programmed experience of no particular use just to prove something or other worked. Maybe it was some hyper-real modification they’d stumbled upon whils