Vanessa Reinhardt Sex Novels & Stories

No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships. She walked up to him and sat on his lap, facing him. She wrapped her hands around his neck. " what do you say about having a little fun before I give you a hint of the plan" Vanessa asked and licked his neck. " I am already hard Nessa I can't wait to bury my face in your honey pot" Rexton said and Vanessa smirked. " What are we waiting for? let go " Vanessa said and picked up her jacket before leading shark into a room.

With no holes in it. That bitch Vanessa is the most vindictive, absolute piece of trash I have ever slept with. Not gonna lie, she is beautiful and rich and sexy—well, if I was the kind of guy who was into silicon breasts and lady hips. I'm gay, but no matter how many times I tell her that, she still insists on mounting me like some kind of slave donkey. It's like she never even listens to me. Who would blame her, though? The thick layer of makeup she piles on every morning probably blocks out sound.

They had come to steal. They assumed the mysterious woman hidden in my penthouse was nothing more than a new mistress—a soft piece of leverage to use against the rising Ricaforte Don. They had underestimated exactly what she was to me. Bela was pressed against the glass wall behind me, her breathing a collection of sharp, ragged gasps. Her long, burgundy curls were wild, a few strands clinging to the damp skin of her forehead, her eyeglasses slightly crooked on her nose. She had fought them off with a broken piece of a stone planter before I arrived, her fingers smattered with soil and grit.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but the sound of our harsh breathing. Then reality crashed back in. I pulled out of Isabella and collapsed beside her on the bed, my chest heaving, sweat cooling on my skin. "That was incredible," Isabella purred, curling against my side. "You felt... different tonight, Sebastian." She was right. The sex was indeed different. Because I wasn’t thinking of her. Because another woman had owned every second of it. And that woman was Vanessa.

A few residents looked at me sympathetically like I had just received a death sentence. But if only they knew our dirty little secret. The first consultation of the morning involved a woman in her late twenties named Vanessa Dan. A very beautiful lady. Tall, curvy, flawless skin, expensive perfume… the kind of woman who clearly knew the effect she had on men. And unfortunately, she knew exactly how to use it. The moment Dr. Sinclair entered the examination room, her face lit up. “Doctor Sinclair,” she said warmly, smiling far too sweetly. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You’re soaking my face, boss… such a greedy cunt tonight…” Heat flooded between my legs so fast my thighs trembled. I turned the handle slowly and stepped inside. The sight hit me like a wave. Victoria Steele was bent over her huge mahogany desk, designer skirt shoved up around her waist, panties kicked aside. Her long raven hair spilled across the blotter. Elena Voss knelt behind her, face buried between those perfect ass cheeks, tongue thrusting deep while a thick black strap-on harness hugged her wide hips. The realistic eight-inch cock bobbed between Elena’s thighs, already slick. On the desk lay an open bottle of thick, clear lubricant, a buzzing bullet vibrator pressed hard to Victori

Blinking, she glanced around the familiar surroundings, her heart skipping a beat as she realized they had left the private island and returned to their villa. She got out of bed and walked to the mirror. She realized she had been cleaned and was in one of Xavier's shirts. But her hair was still messy from Xavier's handling; a bird could live inside. Reina smiled, biting her finger as she recalled their time on the island, and her clit throbbed in excitement. Xavier is slowly turning her into a sex addict. “Hey!” Reina gasped when arms wrapped around her waist from behind. She looked up and met Xavier's green eyes in the mirror.

Ambrosia scolded. “Then ask her not to talk about that night. I am ashamed as it is,” sulked Renata. “Why? You had sex. What is wrong with that?” asked Valentina. “You know, why? I… I don’t do things like that. I… never do things like that,” Renata’s face had sadness written all over it.

In a deserted mansion, I was alone with my enemy. "If you want, I can hear your complaints. I hope I can help with your problem." I looked down sadly and cried again. I felt Vero pulling my hair lifting my face violently. "Noisy!! Too much drama. Tell me about last night quickly." "It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the b

She moans when I inhale deeply, despite the slight embarrassment I sense in her. Vanessa's flavor is divine, reminiscent of the memory from that fateful night after I laid my wife to rest. It's a taste that lingers on the tongue, rich with layers of sweetness and depth, evoking emotions buried deep within my soul. "Oh, fuck. Fuck," she thrashes wildly when I give a harsh suck to her clit. "Alpha... Ah."