Jenna Ortega Lesbian Scene Novels & Stories

My Best Friend Tied Me Up And Offered My Married Pussy To Three Hung Strangers The sound of the study door slamming echoed through the house like a gunshot. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my clit. I was still lying face down on the massage table, ass up, tiny black thong soaked and pulled to the side, Jax’s thick fingers lazily pumping in and out of my dripping cunt. Lena stepped forward with a wicked, hungry smile. “Perfect,” she purred. “Now the real fun begins.”

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

I’m sprawled across the bed, phone pressed to my cheek, the pillow cool against my skin. My body feels deliciously sore, every muscle still humming from him, yet the ache only makes me crave more. Jenna, Dawn, and Lala are on the other end of the group call. Bethany and Amelia could not join, so it is just us, their laughter filling the bedroom. “To name a dick El Toro tells us everything,” Lala says, her voice dripping with mischief. “Can I try him? Are you willing to share?”

She could see everything: the way Athena’s lips gripped Jax’s shaft, the creamy ring of arousal frothing at the base, the way his balls slapped wetly against her ass. “Look at that pretty pussy taking my boy,” Lucia whispered, almost reverent. Her fingers curled inside herself, hitting that spot that made her thighs shake. “So wet for him, so greedy. Come on his cock, Athena. Come all over my son while I watch.” Athena’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck… fuck… I’m close… gonna soak him—gonna—” Jax felt her start to pulse. He slammed in one last time, grinding deep, holding himself buried to the root as Athena shattered.

She rushed to where Ignacio was tending to the flowers. "Hey, babe. Jenna fell into the trap. We have to go get her now" "Wow! That's great. Let me get changed then" He said and they both went back into the house. Ignacio got ready and they both left to get their one biggest threat to the pack. They got to Anita's office before Jenna and had hidden behind the cabinets. Amber went on live on her I*******m page for people to see the kind of person Jenna really is. Moments later, a knock was heard on the door; it was Jenna.

He was so happy, it was just the silhouette of the body of the woman he loved. "I wish it was real!" Having had his fill of staring and daydreaming about his time with Sicily Sniders, Alpha Ortega turned around. He returned to his original spot, then his hands began to scoop up the food that was served on the table and was already cold. While on the border of the Orion Pack territory, the figure of the queen of the Lycan Sniders could be seen standing tall in human mode. She was simply standing on one of the strong tree trunks.

"Wait... what is happening?" "Is there another side to this story?" "Why would so many powerful Alphas lie for her?" Jenna's face went white. She fumbled for the crystal, her hands shaking. "Am I the one who is lying? Look, everyone! The proof is right here!" She activated the crystal, and the "intimate" scenes played out again. "See?" she pointed at the vision. "She was clearly having improper relations with these Alphas!" The Alphas who had defended me looked at the vision, their faces growing complicated.

We went upstairs to her apartment, and she let us in. When we were in her apartment, Jenna walked to the doorway that opened onto the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing yet another Spandex leotard, a bright orange one, with black leggings. She stood there looking at me, took a deep breath, and began sliding the straps of the top of her outfit down over her shoulders, then she peeled it down, baring her lovely upper body. My face felt hot, and I knew my eyes were wide as I watched Jenna getting undressed. She peeled the remainder of the outfit down and stepped out of it, then she stood there for a moment, displaying her fantastic body to me.

Lomen said with a pained expression. Ah! Jenna was shocked upon hearing that fact. Her mouth agape for a long time. "Madam, this woman is just disgusting and horrible. She does things that are too shameful. You can already kick her out based on this fact alone. You don't have to be kind to her anymore," Lomen said. There was a hint of disgust flashing across his eyes. He almost threw up when he found out those facts. Jenna pondered. "Lomen, isn't Oscar engaged to Zoella? How is it possible that Liya is his mistress then?" Jenna asked in confusion.

When she finally sagged back against the table, drenched and ruined, her voice came out as a breathless moan: “I’m not leaving this room until you fuck me like that hand owes me rent.” Jenna was still panting, skin slick with sweat and the afterglow of orgasm, but her hunger hadn’t faded—it had only sharpened. Her eyes flicked down to where Lukas stood at the edge of the table, still hard under the tight stretch of his linen towel. She sat up slowly, hips shifting, her thighs still glistening with wetness. “Your turn,” she said, voice low and wicked. She slid off the table and sank to her knees in front of him. The floor was warm under her skin, the candlelight casting gold over the swell of