Isabelle Elanore Porn Novels & Stories

“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.”

The room became a mosaic of bodies, moans, and touches, the wooden floor vibrating with the weight of desire. Isabela knelt, sucking Rafael off, her mouth enveloping his cock with a hunger that made the air crackle, while Clara licked her breasts, and Lucas penetrated her from behind, her wet pussy easing every thrust. Matheus and Marcos approached, their cocks hard, and Isabela alternated between them, her tongue dancing, her blue eyes gleaming toward the windows, where more lights were turning on. Ana, the older woman, rubbed herself against Roberto, the two of them fucking in the corner, watching as they participated.

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.

I said with a twitching smile at the corner of my lips , I loved how dirty she talked, it is usually a great turn on for me , I normally never spoke with anyone I was having sex with for more than seconds , we usually just pull our clothes and get to business. Still on her heels she lifted her lips to mine smashing it gently and forcefully all at once , I felt a sweet wave clout in my head like pregnant clouds , lifting her hands,she cupped my cheek, while sucking it in , I helped her unbutton her blouse , she wore a long sleeve blouse and a short ball skirt which barely covered her skin , after successfully unbuttoning it , i pushed her to the bed , rolling untop , I began working my hands

"God, yes. Please, I need it." I flipped up her skirt, revealing those black lace panties that had been taunting me. They were already soaked through. "Fuck, you're wet," I groaned, running my finger along her covered slit. She trembled under my touch. "How long have you been this wet for me, Isla?" "Every class," she admitted, her voice breaking. "Every time you look at me. Every time you say my name. I go home and touch myself thinking about you."

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The chain connecting them glints in the light. Kieran gives it a sharp tug that makes her cry out. He adjusts the clamps tighter, watching her face contort behind the blindfold, listening to the way her breathing changes, becoming more rapid and desperate. Then he gives the chain another tug, harder this time. Elise cries out louder and her back arches off the bed. Kieran spreads her thighs wider with the bar, holding them open and looks down at her with cold detachment. He catalogs every detail of her arousal despite her fear… the evidence of her body's betrayal glistening between her legs.

None of them heard it because of the music playing. A few minutes later, the front door opened. Isabelle stepped inside and froze. She saw everything: her husband on the chair, her younger sister riding him, and the young maid sitting on his face, all three of them naked and lost in pleasure. Isabelle’s eyes widened in shock. She screamed at the top of her voice: “JAMESSSSS…!” THE END

She let out a small moan, and I clenched the sheets tight, forcing my attention elsewhere. As hard as my body reacted, I’d feel like a complete asshole for wanting sex after everything she’d just survived. She shoved my head gently back into her neck when I tried to pull back, starting to rock back and forth slowly on my lap. My dick responded immediately. “There’s a girl staying with Riccardo. Isabella. When you find Riccardo, I want her safe please.” She murmured against my skin. “Emilia, I can’t do that” I replied.

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.