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Evelyn’s P.O.V On a Tuesday night, my man Adrien and I were watching a sex video as foreplay for both of us before I gave him a head job, the blow job I had promised him. One of my girlfriends, Lola, had suggested that particular video, a woman and two men in their late thirties. The naked woman was giving a head job to a naked, well-hung man sitting on a stool while another naked, well-hung man was sitting alongside him.

Elena rocked against her hand, moaning louder. Caspian and Marcus watched, cocks hard and throbbing. Caspian stroked himself slowly as the women pleasured each other—Elena lowering her head to suck on Calliope’s nipples, then moving down to lick her pussy with eager, inexperienced strokes. Calliope gripped Elena’s hair, guiding her tongue until she came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around the bride’s face.

The whole chapel smelled strong of sex now, thick and musky, covering up the incense completely. Elena, who is always the brave one, climbed up on the altar next to me. She swung one leg over my thigh, her habit riding up high to show she had nothing on under it. Her pussy was shaved clean, the lips all puffy and shining wet. She started grinding herself against my leg slow, leaving a slick wet trail on my skin, while she bent over to suck on my left tit again. Her mouth pulled milk out gentle this time, her hips moving faster on my thigh.

#Cassius Aleister North# #Los Angeles# #The supernaturals# Did you see the six inches purple vibrator she pulled out of her bag? ♥Elena's POV♥ The sound of the cool water rippling around while Cass tried several swimming styles didn't only lessen my anxiety but helped quench my horny side.

Of course, that would be the case. Naturally, so many videos and sounds of Elena Steves having sex with other men couldn’t be shared on the internet. Elena was still an A-list celebrity, after all. Her face and body were pretty stunning as well. Wouldn’t it be too good a deal for those shut-ins? Their D-drives would have to be burdened again. Lady Beatrice started blushing when she watched the video. When the boys saw her face, their eyes immediately lit up. Finally, she saw the “truth.”

His mouth latched onto her breast, tongue flicking her nipple while she bounced on him harder. Elena lost herself in the rhythm. She rode him with abandon—rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis, then lifting almost all the way off before slamming back down. The elevator filled with the wet slap of skin and her breathless moans. Marcus’s groans grew deeper, his fingers digging into her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Look at you,” he growled, watching her breasts bounce. “Corporate princess turned my personal fucktoy. This pussy is mine now. Say it.”

Her thighs shook, tits hanging heavy, nipples red and swollen from all the pinching and biting downstairs. Marcus and Ryan followed right behind her cocks hard again, veins bulging, heads slick. Sophia and Olivia climbed on either side, eyes wild, fingers already trailing down their own bodies. Liam stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself slow, and watching. Elena looked back over her shoulder, voice hoarse but demanding. “Two cocks. One pussy. Now.” Marcus and Ryan didn’t hesitate. Marcus lay on his back beside her. Elena straddled him immediately, sinking down onto his thick shaft in one slick drop. She moaned loud as he filled her pussy again, stretching her swollen walls. Marcus g

Lila’s thighs clenched so tight she could feel her soaked panties sticking obscenely to her swollen pussy lips as she stared through the glass door of Rhys Caldwell’s office. Her sister’s husband. The man who fucked Elena every night in their luxurious penthouse while Lila lay in her tiny apartment, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt, moaning his name like a desperate whore in heat. God, I’m so fucking disgusting, she thought, biting her lip until it hurt. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

Marisol bucked beneath her, panting, pleading. “Yes, please… God—yes—” Elena slipped a finger inside her while her tongue continued its rhythm. Marisol clenched tightly, hips moving to match each thrust. Another finger. Deeper. Wet heat. The air filled with gasps and moans and the slap of water against porcelain. Elena was insatiable, mouth locked on her like a secret she never wanted to give back. Marisol came hard, crying out Elena’s name, legs trembling, chest rising and falling like a wave crashing over and over. Elena didn’t stop. She pulled another orgasm from her, then another, until Marisol was twitching, her voice hoarse from crying out.