Jezebel Scarlet Porn Novels & Stories

Henry said, as Scarlet started to gasp with pleasure as her son licked her clit, "Jesus. I feel like I gave both of them what they secretly wanted but would never admit. This is going to make an awesome sex video, Scarlet. Think about that. And next we're going to have little Violet here give poor Jack a blowjob. I don't think she'll bite his dick. She'll be a nice little girl and suck on his cock. That'll be our second sex video." Meanwhile Brian could feel that his Mom was soon going to reach her climax. It felt like a wave building up inside of her, which is something he'd felt with his girlfriend as well. Brian rode the wave, licking her clit while massaging her g-spot inside of her vagi

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

Scarlett’s POV I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My body felt warm and tingly as I undressed, memories from the night flooding back to me with every movement. Standing in front of the mirror, I paused, my breath catching as I saw myself—red marks scattered over my skin, vivid reminders of last night. Each one was like a little secret, a story written in kisses and firm hands. The passion we’d shared left its mark, quite literally, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my heart racing with the thrill of it all.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

I slowly circled my finger around her jewel and immediately inserted my finger into her gaping hole. "Oh! God! Ohhh! Ahhh!” Scarlet yelled at me. Regardless of her noise. I love when she moans. "Oh! Gio, I'm about to go out,". I bit my lip and immediately ate her jewel. She screamed with pleasure. I speed up the rhythm, I suck and kiss her so she moans constantly. When she was done, I suddenly focused my pet on her tunnel. "I can't wait any longer, honey." I thrust her very hard. Until our room was filled with grunts. That seems no one can hear us.

She couldn't stop replaying the scene in her head, no matter what she did. Emma was sitting on the table, a vibrator in her hand, her skirt was gone, and she was caressing the tips with her tongue. Scarlet was sitting next to the door, staring at Simon's pictures, which she had taken without his knowledge. Just looking at his pictures alone made her feel wet between her legs. "'Fuck, he's so hot!" Scarlet muttered, rubbing the picture with her thumb. "Emma moaned, fucking herself with the vibrator. 'I can't manage to control my urge until we find a room... Yes!' She drilled herself really fast. Scarlet shook her head and turned her gaze away from her.

his body tensing under her and Scarlet’s cry ripped out as something thick suddenly speared her open. Her eyes flew wide. “Wh..fuck! Your cock..” He was inside her again, hard, pulsing, stretching her raw walls without mercy. The switch was instant, brutal, and Scarlet’s head snapped back, a scream tearing out of her throat. “Yesss,” Izel sobbed, pounding up into her, cock slamming deep. “Take it..take me..fuck, Scarlet, you feel so fucking good!” Her nails raked bloody crescents down his chest as he drove her body against his, splitting her open. “God..you’re..fucking..switching..” Her words shattered into moans, every thrust making her body quake.

“Is that you're a slut who can't control herself, you just want attention. You would let me fuck you, just like you would let Dex fuck you while knowing he’s obsessed with someone else.” “Shut up,” she snapped again, gasping as her hips rolled against his fingers anyway. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, rustling clothes, and desperate touches. For a few minutes, everything else, Dex, Elian, the plan, disappeared. Julian chuckled lowly and pushed the third finger inside her without warning. She moaned, head falling back against the couch as he curled them deep, stroking that spot that made her knees weak. His thumb circled her clit in slow, firm motions while his mouth atta

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”