Isabelle Elanore Porn Novels & Stories

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

“He’s always been mine—belonged to me—every fūcking inch of him owned by me! Nothing any of you ever did would have kept us apart. Our souls belong to one another.” I couldn’t take it anymore and approached her back as her hand gripped Daniella’s tongue, pulling it out of her mouth while the tip of the knife she held applied pressure to it. I inhaled Isa’s hypnotizing scent and held back the groan I was desperate to release. Bloody hell would I marry her right now. Where’s a priest when you need one… “For fūck’s sake! Let me cut your tongue in peace!” My angel was so concentrated on removing Daniella’s tongue that she still hadn’t sensed my proximity nor that Aurelio had given us space.

‘Is it that horrendous that hearing him saying ‘you’re mine’ and talking about marriage and children does all kinds of wicked things to my body? Is it sinful that my core is trembling with a need that can only be satisfied by this arrogant man?’ Isabella hated herself for her weakness, for the way her treacherous body responded to Edmund. She tried to remember when was the last time that she craved to be possessed with raw passionate carnal desire by a man, to be punished with maddening sex. Or when was the last time she felt a consuming urge deep inside, like some devil took control of her body.

He opened his eyes now and he quickly removed Viviana's bra, and started kissing and sucking on her breasts. "Ooooh...!" she moans loudly, while she can feel his crotch on her flesh becoming hard as rock. "Oh God! You're gonna make me crazy!", she whispered, when she heard Tristan moan louder than her. Her pussy began to twitch, and she reached up behind her waist and started pulling the strings of her panties. She got them off, and without looking, she started spreading her legs wide, and keep on pumping it on Tristan erection.

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

He hums, close to the edge. “Uhh—- yeah…” I slap my fingers into my pussy, drilling my hole as I fuck mercilessly and cry. “Imagine your rough fingers deep inside me.” I spread my legs for good penetration. “Or your tongue running along my pussy, tasting my wetness…” I groan and swallow dryly, insinuating it’s my pussy juice I’m gulping. “Isla…” “Then fuck me.” I dare him. “Pin me down, throw my legs apart… Suck my fucking pussy.” I whimper, shaky. “Swim my pussy with your face and eat my dirty pussy, Enzo Macini—“

I joined, claiming Isabella’s tight young body while Elena rode Lucian. Extreme group debauchery unfolded. I fucked Isabella’s pussy while Elena sat on her face. Lucian took Elena’s ass. Switches. Double penetration on both women. Isabella screamed as I stretched her ass for the first time, while Elena fisted her own cunt beside us, milk leaking from arousal. We rotated partners. Choking chains. Spanking until skin glowed red. Cum swapped between mouths. I DP’d Elena with Lucian while Isabella sucked my balls. Then I reclaimed my wife completely, fisting her pregnant-adjacent body while Lucian used Isabella.

Flashback – 2 Days Later I woke to moaning. “Good,” Isabelle said, her voice thick with lust. “Watch how real men fuck me.” She mounted one of them in a reverse cowboy, then the other guy enter her at the same time, right in front of me like I was a joke. Like I’d never mattered. She did things with them that I didn’t even know women could do. Things she never let me know that she was actually doing. I was thankful for the condoms we’d always used.

Sweat dripped down my back, my balls tightening already from the buildup. "I love it, fuck, I love your cock," Isabella gasped, clenching around me. "It's ruining me, I'm going to cum again. Don't stop, pound me, Leone! Make my tits bounce for her to see." Her breasts swayed with every thrust, nipples hard peaks. I reached around, tweaking one, then sliding down to rub her clit in fast circles.

“Did you say, Jackson?” “Ermm…yes I did. Why?” Eleanor paused, awaiting Isla’s next words. “Can you describe what he looks like?” Isla pleaded. Eleanor shook her head as though Isla could see her, “I can't describe the sick bastard. It would bring back the memories of them together. I can send you the video a friend of mine sent to me. Hold on.” Eleanor pulled the phone away from her ears to her eye level. She scrolled through her photo gallery till her fingers landed on the pornographic video, she clicked share and sent it to Isla right away. “Sent.”