Isabella Noona Porn Novels & Stories

Ana, the older woman, rubbed herself against Roberto, the two of them fucking in the corner, watching as they participated. The climax came like a wave, Isabela coming with a scream, her pussy tightening around Lucas, her mouth full of Rafael, while Matheus and Marcos came, the warmth dripping down her face. The room erupted in moans, bodies collapsing, the air thick with the smell of sex. Isabela looked toward the window, the lights in the neighboring building glowing, panting voyeurs watching, and smiled, her body marked, her heart ablaze. The End.

His gaze traveled from my tits to my face, and he thrust a finger in my pussy. My brows furrowed together, and I clenched tightly around him, moaning on Noah’s cock. Roman smirked. Noah pulled out of me again, and I gasped. “More, Roman,” I said. He stuck another finger into me, filling me more. Jax pulled out of Isabella. Spit was dripping down her chin, rolling down her neck. “Is that all you have?” she asked.

Isabella purred. They began to tease and get hot and heavy with each other while I watched. Isabella got on her knees before Frank and undid his pants. Then, she dragged her tongue along his shaft. They quickly lost themselves in the heated endeavor. Neither of them realized that I'd already cut through the necktie that bound my wrists with a shard from a broken beer bottle on the ground. They didn't see me record their lewd display on my phone, either. "Don Luccasio, the woman blowing your son is your pretty new wife." I wrote the text and sent it to the Don's personal number, which I'd glimpsed before.

It was a chain reaction of pure, raw sex. Elias watched on his tablet, his own dick rock hard in his trousers. He could see every glistening detail. The oil on Ash’s skin, the spit on Leo’s face, the way Finn’s dick disappeared into Leo’s ass. It was perfect. It was filthy. It was art.

The screen lit up with a message from Seb. **Seb:** I can still taste your pussy on my tongue. Miss the way you clenched around my fingers under the table while my brother sat right next to us. Isabella’s breath hitched sharply. She bit her lip, glancing at her sleeping husband before replying with trembling fingers. **Isabella:** I’m still leaking your cum. I can feel it every time I move. **Seb:** Fuck, Bella. Send me a picture. Show me how wet you still are for your husband’s twin.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

She brought her free hand up, covering her mouth, struggling to contain the deep, painful sob that threatened to erupt. “Oh, my beautiful boy,” she whispered, the words choked with emotion. “You smiled. You truly smiled.” Her face softened, the rigidity dissolving instantly. For the first time since Paros, I saw the true Isabella break through—vulnerable, real, and utterly captivated. A raw, genuine smile bloomed on her face, a mirroring of Ivan's simple joy. It wasn't the sassy smirk or the guarded smile I was used to; it was the pure, unfiltered expression of a woman who had just been handed her reason to live.

My mum has caught me a thousand times on sex sites, seen me masturbate, and run my big teenage pussy down a dildo… but nothing beats today's embarrassment. I rub my face with my hand in exhaustion. The scent of something feminine hits me. It's my scent lingering on my fingers. “Hmm,” I drag every inch of it in my lungs, getting aroused by just sniffing. “Oh, Isla…” I moan on my fingers while the other hand digs past the hem of my skirt and finds my wet pussy. “Fuck…” I groan, teasing the gold piercing. The image of Stella’s dad humming over the mayonnaise plays in my head.

I bent down to pick one of them up and flipped it over to see three beautiful faces. Daniel, the one holding the camera, had his eyes crossed and wore a goofy grin on his face. His cheek was pressed against Jai's, who was smirking as if he hadn't intended to smile for the picture but cracked at the last moment. I could easily imagine that Daniel had said something funny that made him smile. Priya was leaning into the picture on the other side of Jai, flashing dazzling white teeth with a photogenic smile. I laughed at the picture and looked at the note in my hands to read what was written. It's a good thing Priya's cyber-smart-ass stalks your mom on

Santoro men are untouchable, as is what’s ours. Isadora gritted her teeth with each finger thrust, forcing me to scowl at her. Whether she liked it or not, she was mine and soon she’ll be writhing under me, screāming my name. I spat down her slit, wetting her folds as I continued breaching her hole with two fingers before teasing her clīt with my thumb. “I know you like this, baby. You remember all the times you begged me to fūck you while I teased your clīt?” I asked her in a husky voice, loud enough so the camera could register it. “I’ll have you begging for it really soon, mi amore. I’ll make you cūm like no man has ever done. You want that don’t you, baby?”