Evelyn Miller Two Vaginas Novels & Stories

She pushed Evan's body away and stared at him sharply. "Are you looking for an excuse to see Ella again? So you can get back together with her now that Rudi is gone? You want to be a hero by taking care of her child, is that it? You actually love her, don't you? Or could it be that her child is actually your child too? You've touched her, haven't you?" she accused him fiercely. Evan was stunned, his mouth agape. "I knew all men were the same! They say they love you, but when presented with another woman, they're willing to take her. It's my fault too, for agreeing to be a second wife. I'm sure you and Ella slept together and... mmmm!"

For the next few minutes, the scenes switched and faded in and out showing various angles, and close and wide shots of Marge getting her cunt fucked to its limit, George sucking the big black cock that was fucking his wife, Mila tongue-fucking Marge's asshole, and Marge alternately moaning and spewing filth about her slut-wife cunt and asshole while driving her face down over her husband's cock, spearing it all the way down her throat. Finally, Mila lifted her face from Marge's ass, and as she shoved her thumb into the spit-slick hole, she said, "I think it's time for this hot, slut-wife to get double penetrated! I think she needs a stiff cock shoved up her tiny little asshole while her horn

CAMILLE'S POV A vial was opened, and one of the glasses was tainted. I watched as Milana drank from it, only for her body to falter moments later. Eva grinned sadistically as Milana struggled for her life, doing nothing to help, seemingly reveling in the torture until the poor girl drew her last breath. As if that wasn't enough, Eva, with the help of her servant, carried Milana's body to her room, acting as if Milana was simply blackout drunk before proceeding to hang her after breaking her neck to make the story more believable.

Miller nodded, his hair dark-brown, his face rugged and handsome. "I want to be in p**n!" I blurted out, my entire body quivering. "Mmm, you do, huh?" Mrs. Miller smiled, her eyes burning with lust. "Do you have what it takes?" I nodded again, my pussy burning. I had watched so much p**n. Especially from Pole Dance Films, the Miller's company. "Virgin?" she asked. My cheeks burned now as I nodded.

I was too tight, Kegels and months without sex did that. “You’re so tight, aren’t you, little white whore?” Lucan said, holding my chin, forcing eye contact while Evan kept trying to shove in. “We need some lube then,” Millie said. She got off the bed and walked to the nightstand. Lucan’s hand stayed on my chin, staring me dead in the eyes as Evan pushed again. I screamed each time he rammed too hard, the stretch burning. Evan pulled out. Then I felt Millie’s fingers, long nails, rubbing cool lube over my pussy lips, working it in. Soon Evan tried again. This time his cock slipped right in, deep, stretching me wide.

She came again came, this time in long, rolling waves, forehead pressed to cold marble, tears streaking her cheeks. Hours blurred. They never reached the bedroom. Lila fucked her on the couch with fingers and tongue until Evelyn lost count of orgasms. Evelyn finally pushed the girl onto her back on the dining table, spread those pale thighs, and buried her face between them. She licked Lila open slowly, reverently, tasting every fold, sucking her clit until the girl’s voice cracked on curses in French. When Lila came this time it was quieter, almost broken, hips jerking helplessly, fingers gentle in Evelyn’s hair instead of brutal. Later, sprawled across the living room floor, bodies slick w

Patricia grabbed the shaft jutting from her crotch, positioned it against Evelyn's opening again, and pushed. Evelyn felt herself open up as the hard silicone dildo slid deep inside her. It was not a real cock, but it was pretty damn good right now. "Do me bitch, do me!" Evelyn demanded, thrusting her hips up against Patricia and trying to get every inch of the dildo inside her. Patricia reached between her legs and flipped the switch for the vibrator. It hummed to life, and Patricia felt her own juices start to flow. She thrust hard with her hips, driving her cock, her hard black cock, deep inside Evelyn.

"You look tired, boy. Seraphina keeping you up?" Evangeline walked into the room. She wasn't wearing the sisterly shadow anymore. She wore a red dress that looked like it had been painted onto her skin. She didn't take a seat. She walked straight to me and sat on my lap, her legs draping over mine. "He’s exhausted because I’m demanding," she whispered, her voice loud enough for the table to hear. She leaned into my ear, her lips brushing my lobe. "The one with the gold watch is Miller. He’s the one who handles the money laundering in Panama. The one to his left is Vance. He likes boys. Keep him at a distance."

Evelyn's POV When I woke up next, it was dark outside. My mouth was dry like sand was stuck in my throat and I felt like I wanted to throw up. After a few moments of trying to orient myself, I remembered that I was in the hospital. I took a deep, heavy breath. "Eve…?" A soft, feminine voice called from beside me. I lazily turned my head to the left and saw Mila sitting next to me in the recliner. She got up immediately and gently took my hand in hers. Her expression was riddled with concern and worry as her lips trembled.

“You help him keep women locked up. You think that makes you better?” Evelyn didn’t flinch. “I survive. That’s the difference.” “For what?” Amira whispered. “Money? Power?” “No,” Evelyn said. “Because once upon a time, I was you. I was pregnant. I tried to run. And I lost everything.” That silenced the room. Amira’s voice was barely a whisper. “Your baby?” Evelyn nodded once. “Gone before it could scream.” Amira stared. “You stayed after that?”