Elenas Caprice Porn Novels & Stories

The group egged her on—Theresa and Lucia sucking her nipples, Maria fingering her from behind. Elena's climax was violent; she squirted in pulses, each jet hitting my tongue like a punishment. 'Take it, Father—swallow my sin!' she cried, flooding me until I coughed, cum and squirt mixing in my throat. The taste was overwhelming, a baptism in depravity.

“…I already got what I came for.” The screen lit up and there it was. A video of I and Elara. Kissing, touching. Her hands on me. My mouth against her neck. Fuck. Another sex video. “Elara…” I muttered sharply. Her expression changed immediately as she stared at the screen. The color drained from her face little by little. Helen smiled victoriously. “Now this,” she whispered, “is the kind of scandal people would pay for.” I stepped forward instantly, anger rushing through me so fast my entire body tensed.

Multiple thick creampies overflowed from my holes while they witnessed every detail. Elena’s breathing had grown heavier. With our prior discussions and explicit consent, Marcus invited her closer, not touching me directly, but directing one scene. “Tell her how to position for maximum stretch,” he said. Elena’s voice was husky as she suggested angles that exposed me more obscenely. The psychological thrill of her words combined with Marcus’s cock and the machine set to double penetration pushed me into new heights. I became a convulsing, squirting mess as the thick dildo and his massive cock filled both holes simultaneously.

They brought her to orgasm after orgasm using their mouths, hands, and cocks. Marcus watched most of it, sometimes joining, sometimes filming select moments with permission. He saw his wife glow in a way he had never seen before—completely free, completely desired, completely alive. At the peak of the night, Elena was in the center of the large master bed, surrounded by men. Two cocks inside her, one in her mouth, hands everywhere. She came so hard she nearly blacked out, screaming around the cock in her throat. Marcus had never been more proud—or more heartbroken.

She let out a loud yelp and did her happy dance, Roman was annoyed, he couldn’t believe he just got trashed. “i win, I win, I win” she sang, coming in Roman’s face. He just stared at her with a blank look. “I believe you have something to tell the captain”. he rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone and instructed the captain to go faster. Camila screamed for joy when the ship sped forward. She looked at Roman when she saw he had a sour look on his face.

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

The girl was already on her knees, his thick cock stuffed in her mouth while she sucked and stroked her hand along the rest of his length. My eyes widened. Jesus Christ. I turned away quickly before I started looking like a desperate pervert. And immediately I was met with a worse scene. A huge cock was slamming into the back of another blonde against a Bugatti booth. I jerked my head away. Okay, keep walking. Just keep walking. Then I suddenly had the thought. Look. I had to actually see. So I slowed down. If I was going to do this, I needed to know what I was getting myself into.

The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air. Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze. "You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough." "A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby." I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it. I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t

Jealousy flashed in her eyes when she saw me, but she forced a smile. “Eva…” “Who’s this crazy woman?” I cut her off, glancing at Stefano. “I heard she was thrown out of her home, now peddling herself in the red-light district.” Stefano’s words triggered laughter among the guests. Elena’s face turned dark red from embarrassment. I looked back at Luca. He was still reaching desperately to touch my expensive dress, just like he had once reached for me when I tried to hold him. I took a step back.

Slight mature content** Falcone was watching her face which was close to him and her lips worshiping his name. **FUCK!Such an asshole I am! I missed it !DAMN You CAPO!** **This Lady is fucking RULAR to You! I can die thousand time and reborn again and again only to listen my Fucking name from her mouth!** “Y..Yes..moan baby my name…it’s so fucking turn on Sweetheart.” Falcone smiled and again took her breast swell in his mouth.