Alessandra Liu Nude Novels & Stories

"If I could see your body right now. The whole thing, you know how much I've missed it." I bit my lip, feeling a fire ignite within me. I smirked at him through the camera before I angled the camera properly, made sure the phone was place right and then swiftly took of my top, leaving me in only my nude lace bra that left nothing to the imagination. But of course I could never be lucky because immediately I'd taken that too off, I'd heard the click the door unlocking and Luca had walked in swiftly before I could even think of yanking the top back over my body.

The table buzzing with talk of designers, and latest scandals. "Oh, Nix. That Versace shoot you did was amazing." Lila cooed from across the table, cheeks flushed. "Thanks, babe." I faked happiness, skin prickling with disgust. Alessandro 's hands landed on my smooth ivory thighs under the table cloth. Warm. Insistent. He squeezed the firm skin, hand inching higher, prying my legs apart. My breath hitched, knowing what was about to go down. This was the way to amp up my portfolio. Become the top and biggest model.

One large image. I opened the message. A selfie. Alessandra in the passenger seat of a car, her blonde hair falling perfectly over her shoulders, nude gloss on her lips, skin poreless and smooth. Her head tilted slightly toward the man beside her, making sure both of them were in frame. Rafael was driving, his left hand on the wheel, his right on the gear shift. His jaw was sharp, eyes focused on the road, not the camera. He was smiling. The caption under the photo was a single, clean line, in sharp English.

I internally chuckled at this internally. This girl has no idea what she just got herself into. “Isla…you need to calm down.” Was the next thing Alessandro said which made me shake my head in disappointment. Do you want to know what is funny? Although I am standing here, watching Alessandro lay naked in bed with another woman, neither of them have even attempted to get up from the bed to full clothe themselves. The girl in the bed with him keeps scooting closer to him in order to hide her small frame. She looked very petite from where I stood. Maybe she stands at five feet three inches tall. I would assume. To me she seems very tiny. It begs me to question if I am even Alessandro’s type. Thi

Alessandro can go to hell for all she cared! When she got to the pool, standing within few feet from him, she shrugged off her cover-up and let the filmy red lacy material cascade to the floor in a slow, delicate and sensual manner revealing just the scandalous bikini. She let her hair fall back against her skin, let it graze against her back a bit when she shook her head from side to side. Knowing that he was watching. Her ass was all out for his eyes to feast on, and the bikini couldn't hide much of her breasts—and for some reason, she loved it.

He froze, buried deep, his big hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. “Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, starting to pull out. I whimpered and pushed back, forcing him deeper. “Don’t you dare stop.” Lila stepped into the kitchen and stopped dead. She looked stunning, as always — mid-thirties, curvy in all the right places, wearing a tight sundress that hugged her full tits and flared over her wide hips. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her glossy lips parted in shock as she took in the scene: me, bent over like a whore with my ass up, Alex’s massive cock stretching my dripping cunt, my juices already running down my thighs.

Alessandro Rossi The live feed from the hallway outside Room 407 hadn’t moved in forty minutes. Door was closed. No sound. No light under the threshold.I sat in the dark of my office, laptop open, second screen frozen on the boutique exit footage. Her in jeans and hoodie, bags swinging from her hands. The denim stretched tight over her round ass with every step. The hoodie rode up just enough to show a sliver of golden skin at her waist. Full breasts shifting under the fabric. Red lips curved in that private, victorious smile.My dick was already hard and thick, throbbing against my trousers. I unzipped without hesitation. Wrapped my hand around the base.i Stroked once slow, deliberate. Eyes

Alessandro said and her interest piqued. “Oh wow! I am excited for the day!” she said and kissing Alessandro on the cheek, she rushed to the washroom smiling ear to ear. Taking a cold shower, She wore short shorts and her favourite Love T-shirt. Leaving her hair in loose curls, he exited the washroom to see Alessandro combing his hair. She doesn’t know why he looks so hot combing his hair.... “Take a picture, it lasts longer!” He said still looking in the mirror and She gasped and then blushed on being caught while openly checking Alessandro out.

I got into the house and practically charged up the stairs with my many bags and carefully slipped the sexy costume on my body and the accessories with it, It showed my curves in all the right places and I even put on fishnets to make me look even more hot, I walked over to the mirror, running my hands over my body, and my ass looked way bigger than it usually does. I kneeled in front of the mirror, my feet tucked under my ass, and held a palm over my breast, posing and taking a few pics ready to send to Alessandro; I chose the best one and clicked send; he didn't even wait, In more than 4 seconds before he replied. ALESSANDRO: Teasing me while I'm in a meeting? You're a very naughty little

At least, she would be understanding that things are not going the way that she believes. “One thing leads to the other, and I do not need to add details on what we have done in bed.” I said, avoiding her eyes as I remembered myself sitting naked on top of Alessandro. His cock was buried deep inside me as he had his arms wrapped tightly around me. His arms cradled me in his embrace and I knew that had anyone seen us, they would have believed that we were lovers. Our kiss was soft, unrushed, and though he was inside me, he didn’t bother rushing into thrusting. The two of us were just enjoying one another.