Isabelle Elanore Porn Novels & Stories

TWENTY-SEVEN “Help me?” Isabelle requested,as she looked at him innocently. She was feeling a lot but couldn't understand what she really needed. Alessandro almost let out a moan as soon as she turned her back against him. She was gorgeous in every way—thick just how he liked them. The perfect globes of her ass so inviting,only if he could reach out and squeeze a little. Images of her ass bouncing against his dick began tormenting him. Spilling his sperm on her round ass,giving it a more beautiful look was another tempting thought.

We finally arrived at the threshold of an open doorway and walked in to see a platinum-haired girl standing beside a table that had five file boxes sitting on it. "You haven't even opened them?!" Daniel yelled. The girl turned to look at us, her phone in hand. "No," she said, as if it didn't matter. Daniel groaned and slapped his forehead with his palm. "Cain is going to kill me," he said under his breath. "Arra, this is Ella. Ella, this is Arra," Jai said, introducing us while Daniel fought a migraine. "Hi," she said, waving. I waved back.

she sent me off with a kiss to the lip & cheek. "I promise I will," I returned the kiss. "This is so unfair," I said leaving the room. 🌞 Isabelle Naughty memories of last night constantly replayed in my head. I felt my body heating up at the thought. I looked at the proof of our intimacy on my body, proceeding to poke the spots. I hugged myself, squeezing myself tight until I laughed from pain. I let my head fall into the pillow. Behind my eyes, I pictured Lucian's head between my thighs rising higher and higher in each moment.

My thrusts increased, my balls slapping against her ass as I fucked into her tight, warm cunt, watching her writhe beneath me, sob and beg for more. “There… Ciro… fucking… fuck me… harder, please,” Isabella moaned, her head a jumbled mess. I angled myself, fucking her frantically like a mad, obsessed psycho—which I was. Her breasts bounced with each shove of my cock into her. I watched as her cunt wrapped firmly around my cock, sucking me in every time I moved, her pretty, tear-stained face and pouty lips begging me for more. “Ciro… Ciro… Ciro… more…”

"Serving your lust in bed. I'm pretty sure you like women like me," Nora whispers before Felix's face. "Nora Sawyer. You're not my type, I don't like bitches who easily throw their bodies at men. Do you recognize my wife? She's Elisabelt Catherine Taylor, a top model who's so beautiful that she's often the target of many wealthy men, and I'm the lucky wealthy man who married her. Elisa is a woman of equal value to me; even my lust can only be satisfied by Elisa. Only Elisa!" said Felix, looking deeply into Nora's eyes, staring at him unblinkingly. "Get rid of your dirty thoughts about me; stop fantasizing wildly," he continued.

Suddenly the curtains at the end of the room, swiped open revealing a big glass with two girls inside. Squinting my eyes, I tried to figure out what they were doing. At first, they started by kissing each other sensually and then it digressed to licking their private parts. And boy! That made shivers run down my spine. It was so hot. Heat began to crawl up my body as I watched the brown haired girl latch her vagina to the other blonde girl's vagina, grinding slowly. Their sweet moans filled the air. My legs instinctively pressed together, my wetness soaking me through my panties.

I don't know if it's just me thinking like the horny bastard I am ninety-nine per cent of my time, but Isabella would throw her hair in a messy ponytail and still look exquisite. She's beautiful. Her skin isn't flawless like all of the girls or women I've fucked. Or the ones who I haven't fucked. Or the ones who throw themselves at me. Her skin is clean and it stands out. Then there's her fucking smell. I don't know how she does it. But she does smell like vanilla and lemon together. Combo would make a sane man go insane. I'd bet on my fucked up life that if Isabella Jordans wasn't my brother's girl, I'd have fucked her senseless by now. But that's it. She's his girl and she's off limits. I

I nodded my head but then remembered how the guy from earlier leaned onto me just to ask me to speak up. "Yes," I whispered before moving out of there. Maybe he was right. But I will convince him. I don't want to sit idle at home when I can work and provide for myself. I walked back inside and saw Giselle now sitting on the floor with a very active Crystal playing with blocks. I could see how tired she was. Dark circles surrounded her eyes. "I'll take Crystal out for a walk. You can go have some rest Gisele" I said picking Crystal up who was suddenly excited at the mention of going out.

Which is an accomplishment in itself. “How dare you speak to councilman Fenor as if you are his equal, woman? You will speak when spoken to or keep your filthy mouth shut! Understood?!” The man to Ellesar’s left yells. His name is Ainar, and he is as old and senile as he is cruel and misogynistic. Isabella shifts her attention to the ever so quiet and stunned Fenor to Ainar. I smile knowing he has it in for him now. Oh wrong fucking move buddy.

Marisol bucked beneath her, panting, pleading. “Yes, please… God—yes—” Elena slipped a finger inside her while her tongue continued its rhythm. Marisol clenched tightly, hips moving to match each thrust. Another finger. Deeper. Wet heat. The air filled with gasps and moans and the slap of water against porcelain. Elena was insatiable, mouth locked on her like a secret she never wanted to give back. Marisol came hard, crying out Elena’s name, legs trembling, chest rising and falling like a wave crashing over and over. Elena didn’t stop. She pulled another orgasm from her, then another, until Marisol was twitching, her voice hoarse from crying out.