Jenna Angel Porn Novels & Stories

Jenna's POV As I lay in my bed, a wave of intense passion washed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. My body felt like it was on fire, my senses overwhelmed by a primal urge that couldn't be denied. I tried to sit up, but my strength failed me, and I collapsed back onto the pillows. My stomach growled, biting me with a sharp pang, as if echoing the hunger that ravaged my body. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of desire, my body crying out for relief. I tried to cry out, but my voice was barely a whisper.

In a last burst of madness, I slammed myself against the door, making everyone gasp in surprise. When the door gives way, what we see leaves us in shock. Brady was naked, over Angel, who had on something similar to a dress. Angel's legs were wrapped around his waist. He appeared to be asleep, and his face was painted as if he were a whore from the Victorian era. While everyone looked on without being able to move, I started to see everything red. With a scream that echoed throughout all territory, I ran straight to Brady, who jumped to the other side of the bed with an erect dick, screaming with anger.

But his brain and his heart was in sync, and doing somersaults and singing Britney fucking Spears’ Toxic. Then zip. Jeans gone. Fingers trailing down. Over his underwear. Then the man cupped it. Angel gasped. His whole body lit up like a bloody Christmas tree with boundary issues. ‘God, it was delicious.’ “Ahhh… hahhh… please…” Angel moaned. “Please what?” the demon teased. “D-do something… anything, you psychotic incubus!” The demon leaned in—smirking. His eyes were glowing like polished steel. Like molten silver.

I approached the cabinet where I keep the files that John handed me before. My hands were shaking as I flipped the page and scanned the details of Angela. Then, I stopped after I read something. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as the papers fell on the floor. I was blankly staring at the wall while the information I had read slowly sank into my head. "Occupation...prostitute in the entertainment club," I whispered as I weakly bend my knees on the floor in disbelief.

I threw daggers at her fuck boy, he stood off the couch, running for hills. “Do you have any idea, the poor guy would have been dead, if Hunter would’ve walked in here instead of me” I said. She walked to me, my eyes scanning her every move she laughed at me. “You are horrified at the mere thought, Luke.” she said. Her hands reached to touch my chest, her hands wandering over my body. She took a deep breath sniffing me, “You are not in your senses, Tiana, just stop it” I said, pushing her away lightly. “You scared my fuck boy, I wanted a day for me. Kiss me” she said, her lips touching mine. I tried pushing her once again but before I could, her hands reached my waistband and altogether she

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

I tell her as I follow their naked asses into my bedroom. "They used a condom," Jenna says as if that makes it okay. "Yeah, probably loaded with spermicide and other stuff," I say a little too aggressively. "I'll get you off, Angie," I say toning my voice down a bit. "I'm just not putting my tongue down there, okay?" "Sure," Angie says, crawling up on the bed and spreading her legs. Her pussy is still wet and her pink lips are puffed out. She smiles as she gestures for her friends to take their places on her tits. I almost laugh at the way she's orchestrating this.

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

"Come for me again, Jenna. Squirt while I destroy your shithole—show Clara how much you love being my anal fucktoy." Jenna exploded with a guttural scream, her body convulsing violently, a fresh gush of fluid squirting from her pussy as her ass clenched around him. "Anal orgasm... holy shit, it's intense! Ripping me open—cumming so hard on your cock!"

I look at her beautiful pussy and see her arousal and my mouth starts to water. I look up at Jenni and see hunger, need, love and little of fear, I look back at her pussy and my need takes over. I crush my mouth to her and start to lap all her juices. I take my fingers and slowly push them into her opening, causing her to arch her back and gasp loudly as I move my fingers in and out of her. She tastes incredible. I grab her clit and suck as I move my fingers a little faster, trying to get her to cum. She starts to pant and grabs my head and forces my head closer to her body as she calls my name and I feel her tighten around my fingers. “That’s it baby, just like that, cum for me baby, let me