Elly Clutch Vr Novels & Stories

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

I take out a bottle of blue VK, the only thing we have left in the fridge and the store room, we already got through the fucking ten crates we had, fuck! I close the fridge door and see Eli standing behind it, and I immediately freeze, dropping the bottle as It happens, "Fuck, I'm sorry" he shouts when the bottle smashes loudly when it crashes into the floor, and when I go to clean up, Eli grabs the glass first, "Let me, you just get another drink" I nod and then grab an orange juice instead.

"Stop! Collins! Shut them off! Pull them out! Stop!" I remove the pink vibrator from her clit and push the button on the egg, shutting it off. Lilly's body is twitching and trembling. She rolls onto her side, curling up in the fetal position, gulping air and moaning softly. "Mmmmmm Collins," she moans as I pull on the wire and pop the egg out of her drenched pussy. Her juices are oozing from her pussy lips and running down her ass. I lean over and lick them up.

Bound On The Balcony (4) I smile and push the still-vibrating egg as far into her as it will go, pressing it hard against her cervix. Her breath catches and she closes her eyes, but it's not enough. I walk to my bag and pull out another toy. The vibrator has a concave rubber tip that fits snugly around her clit, sending pulses deep into the base of the sensitive bud instead of just the surface. I hold it in front of her face and smile until she opens her eyes.

She was dripping. The men moved closer, surrounding the couch like they were drawn by a magnet. Elara held their stares as she ran the thick head of the toy down between her breasts, over her belly, then lower. She rubbed it against her swollen clit a few times, biting back a moan at how good it felt. Then she angled it and pushed it inside her pussy slowly, inch by inch. The stretch made her gasp. She was so wet it slid in easy, but still filled her nicely.

Elian replied, eyes wide with excitement. As another dish arrived—a sizzling hot plate of peppered squid—the steam rose like smoke from a dragon's nostrils. Elian gasped, pointing. "Mommy! It's dancing! Look! It's dancing!" Camille laughed softly. "It's just steam, baby." "But it looks like a dragon! A real one!" he insisted. "You've been spending too much time in the VR section," Pierce teased, reaching across the table to adjust Elian's napkin. "Sit properly, dragon master. Let's not have broth on your shirt again."

Elena pressed the vibrating head directly against Riley’s swollen clit without warning. A sharp cry tore from Riley’s throat. Her hips jerked violently in the suspension, but she couldn’t escape the relentless buzzing pleasure. Elena kept the toy pressed firmly, watching Riley’s face with dark, hungry eyes as her thighs began to tremble. “You can fight it all you want, little rebel,” Elena said calmly, “but your body already knows its place.” She slid two fingers through Riley’s soaked folds, teasing her entrance before pushing them deep inside with one smooth thrust. Riley gasped, mouth falling open as Elena curled her fingers expertly against her g-spot while the vibrator continued its mer

Victor Vane didn't walk into the room; he appeared on the central stage, his image projected in a 7D hologram that made him look thirty feet tall. "And welcome to Elara Favour," the hologram continued, the giant eyes of Victor Vane locking onto me. "The girl who thought a radio broadcast could stop a revolution. Look around you, Elara. These people aren't here for a cure. They’re here for the Lock." I felt the gold hum in my arm surge, a heat spreading through my chest. Suddenly, the chandeliers flickered. A low, rhythmic pulse—the same one from the FUTO reservoir—began to vibrate through the floorboards.

There’s no hitch in her breathing, no instinctive recoil, and she isn’t choking. “You have no gag reflex,” I manage to choke out. Oh yeah,” she murmurs against me, the vibration traveling straight through my body and settling low in my gut. “Fuck, baby… you’re a dream,” I rasp out. Elara keeps working her magic, one hand fondling my balls while she takes me deeper, relaxing enough to let me slide toward her throat. Whatever video she watched clearly did its job, because I’m already right on the edge, pulse racing and control slipping fast.