Isabella Noona Porn Novels & Stories

It was a video of her and Matteo engaging in a sexual act at night. “Just how the hell did he have that clip?” Isabella’s mind pondered in fear.

And he fondled her breasts. “Damn baby, you are so fucking hot” this time Shawn said and grabbed her hair, and he was thrusting from the front. “Ah, take me…oh…yes Shawn… deeper… Ah,” Isabella moaned, her voice was hoarse, and her breath was low. Isabella could only lean on Shawn's shoulder as she let go and felt both men filling her ass**** and pussy while she managed her orgasm. When Isabella glanced to the sides with blurry eyes. Her heart raced when she saw Shania's figure storm away and Christian.

“The Club sold you to me as my personal trophy. A shared plaything for the entire family.” She stepped closer, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor. One perfectly manicured hand cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “On your knees, pet.” I dropped instantly, spreading my thighs wide on the cold floor, my cuffed hands behind my back pushing my breasts forward. “Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, already wet again. Isabella smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. She unzipped her pants and revealed a thick, black strap-on cock already attached.

"Imagine you are standing in front of me; I am wearing that tight red dress that drives you insane. I want you to feel as you are pulling the strap aside and kissing me softly on my shoulder. Then you scrunch your fingers into the seams and pull it over my head. I am completely naked and exposed, only for your eyes to see. You gently nip at my nipple, and you watch me as I clench my thighs together." Holy shit! Does this woman want to kill me? I am throbbing to an enormous ache. She cannot possibly come up with anything more erotic than this. This is Isabella that we are talking about, she tried having phone sex once, and she miserably failed. This is the hardest that I am going to get. Ya…y

“Listen to me!” He looked at me, eyes were teary. “I don’t want people insulting you, Belly! It makes me angry!” I swallowed hard as I felt my chest tightened—heart clenching inside. “Noah…” “Congratulations, Isabella. You finally got the sympathy of the kid. You’ll be marrying his old, ugly, and bald father soon.” I threw deadly glares at Daniella. She was smirking at me, and my palms were itching to land a slap or two on her face.

Adam gasped, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency. Giovanni, undeterred by Adam's words, pressed forward, adjusting her knees to grant him better access. Leaning over her, Isabella licked her lips in anticipation, her senses heightened by the electrifying connection they shared. A sharp cry of delight escaped her lips as Giovanni's youthful, rigid shaft grazed along her sensitive clit. The angle of his penetration was perfect, allowing the firmness of his member to tease and tantalize her swollen bud with each forceful, rapid stroke.

Isabella pushed back to meet me, her ass rippling with each impact. "Fuck me harder, destroy this pussy," Isabella begged, filthy words spilling out. "Your cock's so big, Leone is stretching me wide. Deeper, hit my cervix, make me yours." She glanced at Sera, smirking through her moans. "See this, little wolf? This is what you get for fighting. Leone's dick feels like heaven, thick and long, hitting spots you can't even dream of." I laughed, breathless, pounding into her now, the angle letting me grind against her g-spot. "Yeah, talk dirty, tell her how much you love it." Sweat dripped down my back, my balls tightening already from the buildup.

I didn't want to intrude on her private moment, but I had to make sure she was safe. As I entered the bathroom, I saw Isabella locked in a stall, her eyes closed in a moment of intimate pleasure. Isabella sat on the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her black lace thong exposed. She reached down and spread her lips open, revealing her firm and fleshy labia And she guided her large, purple silicone dildo inside herself, slowly starting to pump it in and out. Her breath grew heavier, her imagination ran wild as she fantasized about being fucked by a real man.

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

She was dressed in a scandalously short black dress with a deep plunging neckline and no underwear. During the game, Viktor made her sit on his lap. While the men played cards, his hand stayed between her thighs under the table, slowly fingering her soaked pussy. Isabella had to bite her lip to stay quiet as he brought her to the edge again and again without letting her cum. One of the players, an older silver-haired man named Damien, noticed and smirked. “Sharing your new toy tonight, Vale?” he asked. Viktor smiled coldly. “Not tonight. But she’ll entertain you with her mouth if you win the next hand.”