Yelena Belova Sexuality นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Helena’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Elora asked, her clit getting harder at the thought of rubbing Helena’s clit on hers. Helena nodded, and Elora laughed. “You little slut.” “Don’t act like I’m the only one that wants this,” Helena responded quickly, her voice low and sultry, sending chills running down Elora’s spine. “I know you can’t get enough of my cunt.” The wetness between both their legs had gotten really unbearable as Helena’s bra fell off, revealing her boobs. They weren’t that huge, but they were decent.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“But if this is love, Ellen, it’s twisted. It’s wrong. You can’t force someone to feel the same way you do.” ‘But the idea of having sex with her is not all that bad, trying new things is always good.’ Helena thought inwardly Ellen’s smile returned, but it was colder now, more calculated. “Love isn’t always simple, Helena. You’ll understand that soon enough.” She stood and smoothed her dress, her polished exterior firmly back in place. “For now, eat your soup. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.” “Aren’t you going to try the sex thing then, here I was thinking you were serious”

Her voice was low and smooth. I tried to move but Valeria held on tightly. Not painful, but just enough to remind me I was trapped. Then her soft lips brushed my neck. I flinched. The kiss wasn’t rough. It was slow, like testing the waters. “Stop fighting it, Elena,” Valeria whispered against my skin. “You want this.” Her teeth grazed my earlobe. This time, I didn’t hold back the sound that escaped me. A soft broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

The musky smell and slightly sweet taste of my own release filled my mouth and my senses as he continued to kiss me. I sighed as I relaxed and concentrated on enjoying his passionate and deep kiss. When he broke our kiss, my mind was in a daze once more. Adrian chuckled a little at the sight of my dreamy face as our lips parted. I opened my eyes to find his enchanting green eyes staring at me and I smiled sweetly at him. My name is Elena and at a young but no-longer-green age of 25, I’m a widow slash divorcee with three rich and famous contract husbands.

Later on, she drank the wine Yale gave her. After that… She arrived at this place in a daze! Yelena looked around. The strange dark red lights in the room gave out an eerie feeling. It seemed like the decoration of a sex motel, including the round bed that she was lying on. There was a whip and chain on the bedhead and even a candle that was half-burned next to the bed… She was shocked. It turned out Yale was a pervert! It was he who had done this to her!

Looks like Cupid’s been busy. I eyeYelena over the rim of my wine glass. She’s got that look, the one that screams “I’m hiding something juicy.” Time to poke the bear. “Alright, spill it,” I say, setting down my glass with a dramatic clink. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She hesitates, chewing her lip. “I don’t want to hurt Viktor, Ana.” Here it comes. “He’s just so hot!” she blurts out, and I almost choke on my drink. When I collect myself, I nod, smirking. I’ve never looked at Viktor that way, but it’s hard to argue with Yelena’s assessment.

The massage parlours, quite simply, were the parlours of beautiful women, who in addition to giving massages, had sex, the houses of Russian, Asian and German beauties. Yaroslava was the most desired beautiful and sensual cat in massage parlours and fruit and aphrodisiac tourism centers, she was so desired that from the first person to see her, from the moment she was seen, as long as anyone saw her, she was the beautiful succubus.

Stripping completely naked in front of her, I held her eyes in mine not saying anything for a brief moment, allowing the cold accommodate our bodies before the burning passion of rough sex would begin. Of course, I wasn’t actually planning on making love to her, women like her aren’t made to make love too, but are meant to be fuck, rough and hard, that was the kind of woman Elena was, and I wasn’t going to change her, apart from the part were she was now completely addicted to sex and can’t stop herself from fucking every possible available gender just to keep her pussy in check. Tailing my eyes back to her body which was as alluring as ever, I commanded, eying the flimsy material, “Take tha

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.