Elly Clutch Uncensored Novels & Stories

"Oh!" Ellie cried out. Her finger was still sliding slowly up my shaft as another eruption jettisoned from the tip. It arced in the air, not quite as high as the first one, and splashed directly on my daughter's naked belly. She finally wrapped her fingers around me and started stroking as the pleasure raged up my boner. Streams of cum continued to fire out of me and all I could do was moan as it happened. Four more thick ropes of cum shot out, mostly landing on Ellie's sweaty body.

Ellen started buсking likе a pornstar аѕ she wаѕ асting like a bitch in heat. Hеr pussy lips wеrе сlеаn ѕhаvеn except fоr a ѕmаll red раtсh juѕt above hеr сlit. Hеr ѕlit wаѕ аlrеаdу glistening with hеr juices as she dеvоurеd mу fiancee'ѕ рuѕѕу. Ellen hаd hеr slippery folds mеrе сеntimеtеrѕ frоm mу fiancee'ѕ mouth. I соuld ѕее Selena'ѕ еxtеndеd tongue liсking up аnd dоwn Ellen'ѕ wet slit.

One of the other girls gasped, “Holy shit, she’s really eating her ass too…” That only made Rachel go harder. She spread my cheeks wider, licking my tight little hole while plunging three fingers back into my cunt. I was shaking, drooling, completely lost. Then the door to the den rattled. We all froze for half a second — but it was too late.

Yeah the mask lady, i nodded my head. She look at my face, i know you somewhere Elle said. "Yeah, we met at the club yesterday." "Yes!!, so you were that guy." "Yes i said." "Okay, Dante when is your friend coming." "Um.... Lucas here is the friend i'm talking about." "Are you kidding me." "No! Elle, Lucas is the owner of the sperm. I mean your child father." "Unbelievable" she said. "I'm Lucas Dimitri, i stretch my hands to greet them."

Without giving her any time to recover, I unzipped my trousers, releasing my painfully throbbing dick. The heat surged through me in a hundred folds but I still looked at her, asking for permission. “Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.

LuEllen realized this as she looked at his huge erection. LuEllen got up and pushed him against the wall. Then she dropped to her knees and looked right at his cock. She undid his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down, out of the way. Then she licked his head. The taste was rich and salty. Slowly she took the head into her mouth. This caused the man to start rocking slightly.

Luca grabbed the handheld 8K. “Tell them who you are, Elara.” I spat. “Fuck you.” He laughed, low and filthy. “Wrong answer.” He dropped to his knees between my legs and shoved three fingers into my pussy—no warning, no lube, just wet heat and stretch. I screamed, back arching, and rope cutting skin. He pumped hard, curling, and hitting that spot that made my eyes roll. “Tell them,” he growled, thumb grinding my clit, “or I fist this cunt till you pass out.”

Of old film. They moved forward. Slow steps. The shape did not move. Did not turn. The lens stayed pointed at them. Click. Click. Ethan spoke. “What do you want?” The shape lifted its head slowly. No face. Only deeper dark beneath the hood. Then a voice. Not Daniel’s. Not the son’s. A voice made of many voices layered. Elara’s. Her mother’s. Sandra’s. Their own younger selves. All at once. “You kept the door open.”

Tears welled in her eyes from the effort, but her pussy visibly throbbed through her panties. Elena stood, peeling off her shorts and straddling my face on the couch. I dove in, lapping at her wet folds, tasting her sweet juices as she ground against my mouth. 'Fuck, yes, eat my pussy,' Elena moaned, her clit swelling under my tongue.

Marcus: “Tell us, baby girl, when we eat your pussy on the beach, do you want us to suck your clit hard or flick it soft and fast until you squirt?” Jake: “You’re going to let us finger you while the sun comes up, aren’t you? Two fingers in that tight hole, curling against your g-spot while we watch your face twist in pleasure.” Tyler: “And when you’re close, we’re going to edge you over and over. Make you beg ‘please let me come’ like a good little whore. You’ll say it, won’t you?” I bite my lip hard, legs trembling helplessly, heat pooling between my thighs under their relentless teasing touches and dirty words. I know I should say no.