Zahra Elise Porn Novels & Stories

Her back arched, and she moaned out loudly. Her juice dripped— my fingers were uncontrollably wet. I continued to move my finger in and out of her dripping hole, while she moaned out grabbing my shirt tightly. Her hands moved down to my pants. Elise took out my already hard rode and began to give it gentle strokes. My stomach rumbled in excitement. I gulped hard on my saliva. I gently pulled her pants to a corner, sliding my already hard cock through the space I created. I felt my cock slowly digging into her juicy pussy.

“Second floor. Private lounge. No cameras.” Of course. Elise never did anything in full view. Even her manipulations wore heels. I found her perched on a velvet chaise, drink in hand, one pearl earring glinting beneath the soft lighting. Alone. She looked up slowly. “Ariana,” she said, like my name tasted expensive. “Elise.” A slow smile curved her lips. “Congratulations. The podcast was… powerful.” I didn’t sit. “You always knew what Daniel did, didn’t you?”

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."

Hannah peered through the shadows, her eyes widening as she saw the two figures on the bed. “Get out of here, Elisse.” Hadzen’s voice was hard, almost cruel. The woman, Elisse, was straddling him, her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. Hannah’s heart sank. She wanted to turn and leave, but her feet wouldn’t move. “Elisse?” She asked herself remembering that name.

His pupils were dilated, lips slightly parted, his hand lazily stroking the bulge in his pants through the fabric. Something about being watched pushed Ivy closer to the edge. Her moans turned into cries, her body tensing. Elise didn’t stop. She wrapped her arms around Ivy’s thighs, holding her in place, tongue never ceasing its cruel rhythm. Then Ivy shattered. The orgasm ripped through her, sudden and violent. Her back arched, her thighs shook, her vision went white. Elise didn’t stop until Ivy was panting and twitching, completely undone. Elise climbed up beside her, licking her lips, her face smug and glowing.

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.

I flipped open the notepad I saw from her coffee table and scribbled at the top: ELISSE’S NAUGHTY GOALS “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking. First, I need you to escort me in visiting a shop that sells pleasure toys. I’ll buy all the toys, the lingerie, whatever catches my eye. Then, I’m going to watch porn—because, why the hell not? And use all those toys on me while filming myself. After that, I need to hook up with a random guy, maybe even have orgy if I’m feeling bold enough. I want to take a pole dance class too, maybe even become a stripper at a club for a night. Wear sexy lingerie, do a photo shoot wearing them or nothing at all—” “Oh, my goddess!” Wella gasped, grabbing the pen from me.

She couldn’t believe that Adrian played such a game with her! In the video Elise was in a sexy attire --- with lingerie, garter belt and leotard! She was swaying with music in a drunk condition and begging Adrian to have sex with her! Many a times, they have done things for fun but she never imagined Adrian would have it taped! In the video she finally removed every shred of thread and was completely naked! The video was recent and Elise remembered it clearly! Not only that in the entire video, Elise didn’t name Adrian…he called the person who was not seen in the video ‘Daddy’!!

He’d noticed her during the final twenty minutes of class—third row, left side, navy skirt hiked slightly higher than necessary, knees parted just enough under the flip-down desk. Her name was Elise Moreau. Twenty, sophomore literature major, chestnut hair usually pinned back but today loose and slightly mussed. She’d been one of his better students—sharp essays, quiet confidence in seminar—but today her focus had fractured. He’d caught the subtle rocking of her hips, the way her right hand had disappeared beneath the desk edge, the faint flush creeping up her neck when their eyes met for half a second during his discussion of Lolita’s unreliable narration. She hadn’t stopped.

Seeing blood on Zoe's hands, Elise, who had followed Jennifer out, rushed over. A look of concern: "Yo, isn't this Mrs. Brown? Is your hand okay, do you want to go to the hospital to treat the wound ah?" Zoe steadied herself and looked quizzically at the fancy dress and heavily made-up noblewoman in front of her, "Are you ..?" "I'm Elise Clanton, wife of Bailey West of the West Group." Hearing Elise's introduction, Zoe was confused for a moment.