Haunting Adeline Porn Novels & Stories

The rich-haired goddess rolled her hips as if she was trying to escape the carnal torture but at the same time aching for more. In the midst of their passion, Hades crawled back to claim her wife's gaping mouth and began pressing herself into her sweet hotness. "Oh, Hades..." Persephone mourned. She felt her wife going and going, deeply searching for the core of her innocence, and when Hades found it, a strike of lightning zapped her whole body. Persephone writhed and twisted with a gripping bliss she had never known.

No woman must ever initiate the act of surrender, nor appear to take pleasure from it. Only whores thrilled to the touch of a man, and if a husband needed to rut with a moaning beast, it was his right, to keep a mistress at his discretion. Fallon hoped that Warren would keep a harem of mistresses at his disposal, to spare her the torture of his sweaty body atop of hers.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, he lay down next to me, pulled me on top of him—placing my pussy near his face—wrapped his hand in my hair, and forced my head onto his cock. I swirled my tongue around his cock, tasting my juices, and slowly took him all the way down my throat. He pressed my head down further for me to take more of his huge dick. I bobbed my head up and down on his length, and he began thrusting his cock into my mouth. “Claire!!” Helen yelled. “Claire! Where’d you go?” Lauren called. My eyes widened, and I paused in fear. “Don’t fucking stop,” Mr. Albert ordered against my pussy. He flicked my clit with his tongue and forced me back down onto him.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

I wanted my cock between her loose lips, her lax tongue moving at my will but I’m no rapist no matter how psychopathic I can be. Lifting her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen, I brought the tip of the sharpie to her skin and went to work. Sliding her dress a bit to expose her inner thighs, I added more. I finished by pulling her underwear down exposing her smooth cunt and adding a few more choice words. To Adeline, music is her way out but she’s a liar in that aspect. She wants to be someone else, but I’m here to remind that the ghost of her past will continue to haunt her, and what she did to me will not go without retribution.

Adaline responded nervously. "I'm the same way," Altezza replied, once again pulling away the blanket covering Adaline's body, albeit only halfway. "But... the bath isn't now, Mrs. Altezza Quirino." Altezza then moved to hover over Adaline, opening her legs with his knees. Seeing the woman's eyes widen, he smiled and buried his face in the curve of her slender neck. "Later, after one more scene.." and Altezza resumed his actions that night, filling the otherwise silent room with the sounds of gasping breaths and the collision of flesh.

I dipped my hands inside her bra, squeezing and massaging her breast. "Wanna do a quickie my sweet??" I ask coyly, and she bit her lower lip. She started grinding her hips against my crotch. She bent down to kiss my neck and ear. I just tilt my head to the side and savor her lips. God seeing this side of Adeline is so fucking hot. I grope her ass, kneading and then spanking her ass earning me a whimper. I can feel Adeline leave a hickey on my neck, then she whispers into my ear, huskily.

My hole fluttered again, empty and sore, and she unbuckled the harness with quick, practiced movements and set it aside on the desk. I lay there flat on my back, covered in my own cum with my chest heaving and my legs still spread. The collar still snugged around my throat, my ass throbbed, and my hole ached in the best way. My mind felt foggy, calm, and floaty, like the world had shrunk down to just her and this desk. Adeline looked down at me, her eyes soft now, almost tender. She dipped one finger into the warm mess on my stomach, scooped up a thick stripe of cum, and brought it to my lips.

He groaned as he continues to fuck my mouth. I stared up at him, my cheeks flushing, my pussy clenching, my tits pressed hard against his thighs. He shoved himself deeper into me, slid his hand to the back of my head, and pulled me to him until my lips were pressed against his hips. "Mgmngh!" The inaudible sounds I made as I choked on his cock, filled the room. “I want to see your eyes,” he demanded. I glanced up at him, my pussy aching, and I gagged on his cock. He slapped my tits and watched them bounce in my sweater. “You’re a fucking whore, Adeline. My fucking whore.” Spit dripped from my lips, rolled down my chin, and fell onto my sweater. I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed on t