Yelena Belova Sexuality Novels & Stories

“Wife. Cute. How long is that going to last once the green card is stamped? Six months? A year? Then what? You toss her back to the hospital and find a proper Russian girl?” Elena sets her fork down with a soft clink. “Careful,” she says, voice sweet but edged. “Some women bite back harder than you expect.” Viktor laughs, genuinely surprised. “She bites. I like her, Dante. She has fire. Tell me, Doctor, does he fuck you hard enough to match that mouth, or does he still treat you like fragile American glass?” I feel Elena’s hand slide onto my thigh under the table, squeezing once in warning. Her voice stays cool. “He fucks me exactly the way I want. And unlike you, he doesn’t need to talk abo

Mengele didn't get rid of almost every man on the island to practice her armor-piercing shit; she's definitely up to something, but what. *** ELENA *** "So, what made you do it?" "Do what?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about as he pulled out and rolled off of me to my side. I was sweaty and panting for my next breath, but I had never felt this good in my life. I don't know what it is, but for the first time, I felt free and without inhibitions; all barriers were down between us, and it had made the sex freaking phenomenal.

Henry's Perspective Yelena was the woman I loved the most, yet I betrayed her and kept another woman outside our marriage. When she found out, she didn't make a scene. She just packed up her things and left for Ausnia. She was gone for half a year. I never knew she understood Rushky. If I had, I would never have spoken with Polina in front of her that night. I always loved children, but I had sperm with low motility. For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain.

It was the most attractive sight ever. But as I approached her, a memory of Sasha wearing a semi-transparent nightie suddenly flashed across my mind. I quickly kicked it away but not before a twinge of guilt struck me in the chest. Eliana was on me before I could deal with it. Arms outstretched, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips. My hands automatically traveled down to her waist and eventually to her bare butt cheeks and I devoured her lips hungrily. Down below, I felt my member pulsing as it came to live in my pants. Knowing that I was at the risk of ripping away the little piece of clothing she had on and taking her right there, I broke contact betwee

“W-Why? Sorry to ask, but are you still a virgin?” She shook her head and forced a smile. “Of course I am not a virgin anymore. In fact, I have had sex twice, but it was only with the same person. I cannot have sex with another man. And we had intercourse a long time ago—half of a decade.” My shoulders slumped, losing my confidence that I could have Valentina tonight. “Valentina, is he your boyfriend? Someone you love?” “Oh... He's someone I hate the most. So please, tell me how much you spent to have me tonight. Even if it has interest, I'll try to pay, E-Eli.”

Elena moaned. “I want your cock too,” Ava begged. “Use my pussy like a toy.” Dr. Vale became animalistic. He fucked Elena with long, punishing strokes, then switched to Ava and did the same. He spanked their clits, pinched their nipples, and called them his personal fuck sluts. He suddenly pulled both girls off the table and bent them over it, side by side, asses up. He fucked Elena first, hard and deep. Then Ava. Back and forth, switching between their dripping holes. He pushed his thumb into the girl he wasn’t fucking, teasing their tight assholes while destroying their pussies.

Elena moaned, her back arching off the polished wood, nipples hardening in the cool air-conditioned room. “Just fuck the shit out of me, Victor." He leaned down, his breath hot against her core. "I want to taste you first." His tongue flicked her clit lightly at first, then with increasing pressure, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers pumped rhythmically. The things he has done to this body.. he is even surprised she wanted more day after day. Like some possessed sex goddess. He never thought Elena to be this bold. Elena's hands gripped the table edges, her hips bucking as pleasure built like a storm.

“Lady Surrey, everything that happened today was just a playful exchange between students in my eyes. “But if you want to escalate things, I’ll be happy to play with you. “Now, I’ll give you a chance: kneel in front of everybody, apologize and repent to Xynthia. Then, I’ll let the Surreys go. How’s that sound?” In all honesty, Yelena had already felt a little guilty conscience. But constant pampering made it impossible for her to give up at this moment. She then puffed up her chest like a proud peacock. “Hmph! Apologize to her?! Is this bastard even worth for my apology? She thinks that she could just steal my man just because she looks decent? “Some people even claimed her to be the most be

Jonathan turned his head slightly, his eyes catching the sight of her shiny red lips. Yelena noticed his gaze and playfully shook her shoulder. Her loose silk sleeve dropped down her arm, revealing the curve of her pointed breasts. She kept reading the document, but she deliberately widened her legs, revealing her thick, bare thighs beneath the robe.

This was the woman who had spilled water on the floor just so she could force me to the bed, who had mocked my sex life, and who lived in a state of constant, loud carnality. "Your breasts," Lenochka snuffled, her voice muffled against my skin. "They are so cool to lay a head on. Like silk pillows. Yemelyan...he is a stupid man for allowing that divorce. He is a fool for letting a woman like you become a ghost in his life."