Elenas Caprice Porn Novels & Stories

He snapped his eyes to the side to look at the offending device wondering if he should check, if he should allow it to venture far beyond what it already was. As fucked up as it already is. He had no better judgement. He opened the message with a fervour he never knew he possessed. Sandra: You were hot in your pictures but goddamn, Victor. You're so sexy. you're fine as fuck. Victor stared at the message. His facial expressions didn't move as he took every word in. He blinked slowly, wondering what crack the man was on, to be able to even say such a thing to his captain of all people. Victor wondered what expression was on his face while he was typing that out. Was he laughing? Was he smirk

Sophia Pov Elena’s naughty smile made my stomach flutter with fresh excitement. “Next round,” she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my breast. “I want to sit on Marcus’s face while he fucks you, Sophia. I want to watch his cock disappear inside you while I ride his tongue.” Marcus groaned in approval, his cock already twitching back to life against my thigh. I nodded eagerly. “Yes… let’s do it.” Marcus lay on his back in the center of the big bed, his thick cock standing hard and ready. I straddled his hips, facing him, while Elena moved above his head, lowering her pussy onto his waiting mouth.

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

“so what are your plans?” She looked around. “Back to my old life.” “I don’t think you could do that anymore.” “What do you mean?” “I was going through stuff online and I saw this.” She brought out the phone and gave it to her. Elina stares at it. It was a picture of her, the night she went to meet Chief Brennon. She was standing and looking so fucking beautiful. She had been taken unaware. The caption... Midnight beauty... Wow! She clasped her hands over her mouth.

As we were in the middle of a scuffle between Philip and Jessica, a video started playing and I watched as Eleanor trembled. " Who captured this?"Eleanor asked. I saw that the video clip and picture had been displayed. What caught my attention was the same lady coming out to say she was the one. All this time she has been the one helping us out with the information of what was going on. If we had depended on ourselves alone, I am not sure we would have caught the culprit. That was the first time I heard her say her name " Eve Hunter" . The way the words left her lips made me want to capture her lips that moment.

Elena straddled my face again, grinding her wet pussy against my tongue while two enforcers double-penetrated my pussy. “Fuuuuck! I’m so full!” I screamed into Elena’s cunt as the two thick cocks stretched my pussy to its limit. “Breed me together! Stretch your Queen’s captive!” The double penetration made me squirt violently, my juices spraying across the concrete as my body convulsed. Elena rode my face harder, moaning as she came all over my tongue. The enforcers didn’t give me time to recover.

Reyna Zane’s fingers were buried knuckle-deep in my pussy and I was biting my lip so hard, trying not to moan like a whore while my fiancé’s best friend finger-fucked me. Damon is gonna lose his mind when he sees this,” Zane said, kissing the side of the box where my pussy was after making me squirt. Yeah. He was supposed to be the one sliding into me. Not… you. Nash laughed, low and rough, the sound of someone already half-drunk and happy about it.

She signed a contract to save her dying mother: $2M for 1 year as a billionaire’s fake wife. No feelings. No touching. No problems. Until *George Herbert* started amending the terms. Move into my penthouse. Come to the board dinner. Sleep in my bed. Now his ex and his rival have proof of their fake marriage. 24 hours to betray him... or lose everything. George caught her meeting them. His punishment? She doesn’t get the guest room anymore. "From now on, you sleep in my bed. If we’re going to lie, we’re going to sell it." Elena wanted money. She didn’t expect the devil to look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. He wanted a cont

"'Allegedly Elena Queen was involved in an adulterous video with a middle-aged man'. Viral on all social media." Charles immediately put down his newspaper. "What?" Isabella handed the tablet to Damian. "Look at this. They even compared the body shape of the woman in the video to Elena. And the netizens seem to be pretty sure it's Elena." Damian greeted the tablet hesitantly, then stared at the screen. His face instantly changed. His eyes tightened, his jaw hardened. He read the comments one by one-they were hateful, insulting, sarcastic. > "So that's how Elena built her business, huh. By selling herself."

Several of them that has everything to do with Eliana and nothing about his soldier. Cesare scrolled to the beginning of the thread. The first message caught his attention. “This is me, Cesare. Eliana. I was bored and decided to watch a movie. Care to join?” Then came the videos. Eliana sat comfortably inside the home theatre he had built for her. A bowl of popcorn rested in her lap as she munched happily. Her lips were pulled into a small smile. She looked relaxed. Too relaxed. The camera suddenly flipped toward the screen. Cesare froze, almost dropping his phone.