Elenas Caprice Porn Novels & Stories

They collapsed in a heap, bodies tangled, breaths ragged. After catching their breath, Elena fetched the strap-on from the nightstand, a thick, veined dildo that matched Marcus's cock. 'Watch us fuck with this while you recover,' she said. Sophia bent over, and Elena thrust into her from behind, the fake cock disappearing into her cum-filled pussy. Marcus stroked himself back to hardness, mesmerized by the sight, Elena's tits jiggling with each slam, Sophia's ass rippling.

A quiet feminine moan. My hand froze on the handle. I cracked the door open just enough to look inside and the sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Elena was still on the table, legs spread wide in the stirrups. The gown had fallen completely open, exposing her naked body. One hand cupped her full breast, pinching the nipple, while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her glistening pussy, making obscene wet noises. Her clit was swollen and red from attention. Her head was tilted back, lips parted, and those erotic moans spilled freely from her mouth.

Elena had in mind to enjoy the sex but she still kept her mind on being free. Right before Duke was about to cum, she slid her hand across the table and dragged a flower vase. She hit him hard on the head and he passed out. She got out of the room and wore her clothes. After that she went to Viva’s bed room. The lady was in the shower. Elena waited at the door and immediately Viva came out, she smashed the flower vase on her head.

Her face turned bright red. Roman closed the door and locked it. He looked down at her spread legs and wet pussy. “I’ve seen all your videos, Elena,” he said quietly. “Every single one.” Elena’s heart pounded hard. She tried to close her legs but Roman stepped closer and stopped her. He reached down and pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy. Then he hooked his fingers into her skirt and yanked her soaked panties all the way off. He held the dripping lace in his hand for a second, then stuffed the wet panties into her mouth.

“Please.” “Please what?” Elena leaned down, licked a stripe up Liana’s neck, tasting sweat and oil paint. “Use your words, little muse.” “Finger me. Fuck me. Make me come so hard I forget every camera that’s ever owned me.” Elena’s smile was slow and cruel. She released Liana’s wrists only to shove the remains of the dress up to her waist. No underwear. Of course. Liana was shaved bare, slick and swollen, clit peeking from its hood like it was begging. Elena traced one finger through the wetness, barely grazing, watching Liana’s hips chase her hand.

“Look at that pretty cunt. Already winking for me.” “Captain… please…” Elena whimpered, rolling her hips. He knelt between her spread thighs, big hands gripping her knees and pushing them wider. His breath ghosted over her soaked folds. “Beg properly, you filthy little ocean whore.” “Fuck me, Captain. Please… I need your cock. I’ve been such a tease… use me.”

The man was literally hanging over an aquarium of sharks, screaming as he was almost dropped inside. “What is your problem with this prick?” He asked and I frowned, shaking my head in question. “He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you

God knows it’s just to advert the main issue. Sabastian's lips curved into a wicked smile as he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "Well, Coach Felisha, considering you breached our agreement, I thought it's only fair that we find some entertainment. Maybe I'll just share our little sex video. After all, everyone loves watching porn." Fear and panic surged through me at his words, and I mustered the strength to ask, "What do you hope to gain from this sex contract? Why are you doing this?"

From the moment she steps in, to the trembling scene as she unzips her dress, to the super detailed footage of her climbing onto Julian's lap, to her completely naked body, without a single thread. The sound of Elena's breathless, submissive moans echoed loudly, filling the quiet room. "Are you insane, Julian?!" The girl bolted up from the sofa. She shrieked hysterically, her face turning deathly pale from the sheer shock. Her entire frame shook violently. "You recorded it?! This is against the law! I can report you to the police!" Julian remained entirely unfazed by Elena's explosive fury. Instead, he flashed a wicked smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at her with utt

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."