Victoria Hypno Porn Novels & Stories

Lila screamed, back arching off the table. Victoria leaned over her, wrapping her own silk tie around Lila’s slender throat and pulling it brutally tight. Lila’s air was instantly cut off. Her eyes widened, face flushing deep red as Victoria began to fist her at the same time — two fingers, then three, then four — stretching her pussy even wider around the massive strap-on. “Feel that, Miss Harper?” Victoria hissed, face inches from Lila’s. “Your greedy cunt is swallowing my fist and my cock at the same time. You’re going to cum until you forget your own name.”

It’s Victoria. Aiden is between her legs, his head buried in her thighs as her moans fill the room. His hips move against her with practiced rhythm, her hands in his hair as she gasps his name. My hand flies to my mouth, stifling the sound that wants to escape, my body going cold. I take a step back, my world spinning. I blink. Maybe I’m dreaming, or hallucinating, so I dare myself to take another look to be sure. This time, Victoria is on top of him. She's riding him hard, her hands braced on his chest, and Aiden is gripping her hips, helping her move faster, deeper. They look like they are lost in each other. Consumed.

“Playing with your pussy already? Greedy whore. Stand up and bend over the couch.” She obeyed, flipping her dress up and spreading her legs. No panties again. Victor rubbed his cock along her soaked slit. “Soaking wet. You've been dripping since breakfast thinking about this?” “Yes,” she gasped. “I fingered myself in the shower thinking about your cock.” Victor slammed into her in one hard thrust. Sophia cried out, gripping the couch cushions. He didn’t hold back, he kept pounding her deep and fast, balls slapping against her clit.

At one point four men used her at once, one in her cunt, one in her ass, one in her throat, and one jerking off onto her tits while Victor filmed close ups of her gaped asshole staying open between thrusts. She came over and over, her body seizing, squirting in long arcs that soaked the couch and the men using her. Victor made her look directly at the phone screen every time she came. “Tell him,” he growled, slapping her clit hard. Through tears and come and broken sobs she forced the words out. “I’m coming… on stranger cocks… while you watch… I’m sorry… I can’t stop…” Her husband sobbed on the screen. Victor laughed and sent a live close up of her ruined holes to the chat overlay so her hus

I let myself be carried away by the sounds the woman made, and began to repeat them as I slid the vibrator through my entrance. My body began to arch in bed, as I felt on the edge of the world, looking at everything from above. I slid against the vibrator, pushing it up with one hand, and touching my clitoris with the other. Little by little I gave myself to that still blinding desire for the presence of Pablo. I was wondering how divine it would have been to share that moment with him. How nice it would have been to have him in my bed, when I had nothing else to do but watch cheap porn.

But looking at her wide chest, there’s no way I didn’t spin a few lies to bury my face in there. And I was ready to spin more. Almost immediately, I jumped to my feet. She was in my embrace in a second, her full chest pressing against mine. “I love you baby, I love you so much Victoria.” Her sobbing ceased, at the same moment she pushed me away. “I’m not Victoria. Who the hell is Victoria?” Shit! I screwed up badly.. Thankfully, she burst into a fresh round of tears and blurted out “I’m Kessie, who the fuck is Victoria?”

I was moaning loudly, unable to hold back, as she gripped my hips and took me with deep, possessive movements. “That’s it,” she groaned, leaning over me, her breasts pressing against my back. “Take every inch like the cheating slut you are. Your husband has no idea his wife is bent over getting fucked in his own home.” The humiliation sent fresh waves of arousal through me. I pushed back to meet her thrusts, chasing the pleasure that was building so slowly, so heavily inside me. Victoria reached around and rubbed my clit in firm circles while continuing those devastating strokes. I was so close. My thighs were shaking, my moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Right now the only thing I want to control is making you come screaming my name.” The sex was raw, angry, and intoxicating. He drove into her relentlessly, one hand pinning her hip, the other braced beside her head. Victoria met him thrust for thrust, her body on fire. Their mouths barely separated—biting, sucking, tongues stroking in rhythm with his cock moving inside her. Damien reached between them, rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. “Come on, Victoria. Let go for once.” “Make me,” she challenged, even as her walls started fluttering around him.

You are Pinky and Pinky is not afraid of hands that don’t touch her. Inside a memory detonated without permission. Adrian at seventeen, reaching across a table to brush something from her hair, so casual, so unbothered, completely unaware of what it did to her. The same hands. Older now. Steadier. Infinitely more dangerous. Stop. “You’re getting greedy,” Pinky said. His hand lowered. Slowly. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I just know what I’m looking for.” I stepped into his space. His turn to hold still.

I decided to distract myself from my fear and watch the girls and how they pleasured him. The blonde kept on sucking, gaging and choking on his dick while her saliva covered the length of it. He couldn't hold in his pleasure any longer so he grabbed her head trying to pull it away from his cock but her movements were persistent untill his hands gave up. The brunette took over once the blonde pulled away. She spread her legs on him and gradually pushed herself into him, her Virgina sucking his dick into her. She placed her hands on his shoulder swinging her hair backward then she started moving her hip on him, in a very enticing and mind blowing movement.