Rachel Hanna Porn Novels & Stories

"It's a decent size, but from this angle, it's taking up all of my view." She took particular care to squeeze and tug at just the right moments, Max's moans of pleasure were all that she needed to know how good she was. "Can you hear him moan as I stroke his dick?" "Oh fuck, I do" Rachel gasps, taking in every detail. "Slow, firm pumps." Sara described as she played with the cock. "Up and down, up and down." It was at this point she realized that Rachel was properly masturbating, which excited her even more.

"After that ... we started kissing each other whenever we were in bed together. It just ... felt right. She was comforting me, holding my demons at bay and I was so happy and loved and ecstatic to have her there. One night, though, I woke up to the bed swaying ... and I could see Rachel in the moonlight, her nightshirt raised to her hips, her hand in her panties ... she was moaning softly, grunting as her hand moved. I asked her what she was doing and she yanked her hand out of her panties and I could see it glisten in the moonlight. I didn't ... I had never ... masturbated ... before. She showed me, though. She showed me what she was doing, how I could make myself feel so good with my hands

“And find something useful to do with yourself.” Hanna slowly stood up, her eyes gleaming with a different kind of fire now. She began pulling off her clothes right there in the middle of my study, the fabric sliding down her body until she stood completely naked. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already hardening in the cool air, her waist slim, hips curving invitingly, and between her thighs, her shaved pussy on full display. She had a nice body—tight, toned from hours at the gym and expensive treatments. Any other man would have been rock hard instantly.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.

A few steps forward, and suddenly the whole room came into view—including Ramona sprawled across the bed in complete disarray. Rachel's jaw dropped. "What the—what are you two doing?! Why is Ramona naked?!" I yanked the phone away, fumbling for words. "Nothing! It's nothing! She's just... tired, that's all. Nothing happened between us!" My pathetic excuses did nothing to calm her down. She started screaming. Then, through her shouts, I heard something else—a man's voice in the background of her own video. Wait. Did Rachel already have someone stashed away? Had she called to make sure the coast was clear so they wouldn't get caught?

He looked wrecked; pants open, hair messy, guilt and lust and fear all over his stupid face. “Think about it, baby,” I purred. “You know where to find me when you get tired of pretending to be a good husband.” I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, the night air cool against my skin. My phone buzzed in my bag. Rachel. My sweet, stupid, horny little colleague who had no idea she was just a pawn. I smiled as I read her message. Rachel: I sent you the full video from the room. Did you see how that bitch came for me? She’s addicted now.

Lenny eventually grunted before sliding his hand underneath Rachel to cup her cunt inside her g-string. Rachel opened her mouth to protest but all she could do was squeal as Lenny's stubby fingers found her clit. She closed her eyes as she moistened under his rough treatment. Aware, that Lenny's energetic handwork was now hidden under Rachel's writhing bottom, Sally realised she had to do something to get him back into the camera shot. She stood up and, catching Lenny's eye, peeled off her knickers giving him a good view of her dark pubic hair.

Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?

Every single one of the college boys is now convulsing with lust. "Let me play coach for tonight, and teach you how to shoot your balls." She whispered seductively, pulling Axel who was the closest to her. She ripped his jersey into two and licked his sweaty chest. "Hmm, salty but delicious." Hanna removed her top, revealing her perky breasts, her hard pink nipples seducing the boys. She watched how they drooled over her body and enjoyed every bit of it. "Shit, ma'am. I want to suck your tits so bad." Rick groaned, palming his already hard dick, giving it a sharp tug.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.