Alessandra Liu Nude Novelas e Histórias

Within seconds, we were both naked. To be honest, Lucy’s aftermath damaged my self-esteem to the point that I no longer believed in my body. I thought that if I had a fine body, as I always believed, she wouldn’t have left me. But seeing how Alessandra kisses my chest at this moment slowly gives me back my confidence.

"Gosh, I need his c*ck." "Aaah!" Alessia screamed, falling back, holding her pounding chest. Leonardo got out of the pool. He had felt a gaze on him and looked up just in time to catch Alessia touching herself. Alessia shut her eyes tightly in embarrassment. Aah, he saw me. Slutty Alessia, you couldn't keep your horniness at bay. She tore at her hair, scolding herself. "Did you like what you saw, Topolina?" Alessia was startled at the sudden intrusion. Her eyes met Leonardo standing shirtless, still dripping from his swim.

"You gotta see this." He turned the phone towards me, revealing a picture of a woman who looked to be around 23 or 25. She was wearing a dress that barely qualified as clothing. It hugged her body like a second skin, showing off her generous tits that threatened to spill out at any moment. The plunging neckline exposed more than it concealed, and her legs stretched on forever, ending in high heels that made her ass look impossibly round and firm. Leo swiped through more photos—one where she posed seductively on a bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide, showing off her glistening pussy; another where she arched her back, her huge tits on full display with nipples hard as diamonds.

As soon as he opened the message, it felt like the whole world had come to a stop. Alex had sent the proof like he'd promised. It was a picture of him and Skylar. Skylar's head was lying on the other man's chest, and she looked like she was sleeping very contentedly. But that wasn't what had Luca's heart stilling. It was the fact that Alex wasn't wearing anything on his top which was as far as the picture went. Skylar had a sheet covering her body up to her breasts, but her shoulders and collarbones were bare, making it obvious that she was naked beneath the sheet.

Lila stepped out completely naked. Her hands tried to cover her breasts and her pussy, but she couldn’t hide much. Her skin was soft and pale. Her nipples were tiny and pink. She stared at the floor, trembling. “Hands at your sides, Lila,” I said. “Let me see properly.” She slowly lowered her arms. They were shaking. “Turn around slowly.” She obeyed. Her ass was round, firm, perfect. When she faced me again I stepped closer. God, she’s beautiful. My cock is rock hard now.

“If your muscles are already giving up, this place might be… difficult.” Her tone wasn’t loud. But it carried. I raised an eyebrow. “Good morning to you too.” Leo smirked slightly, clearly amused. Across the courtyard, another girl leaned against a low stone railing, holding her phone up at just the right angle. Ally. Alessandra DeLuca. She snapped a picture, glanced at the screen, then snapped another. “Morning light is perfect,” she murmured, mostly to herself. A few girls nearby watched her with thin smiles.

"What, fuck? Don't be a prude, Lipe, why not have sex with me?" Saying that, Lara got up from the bed, stood in front of him, the jumpsuit straps fallen, revealing her perfect breasts. The light pink of the garment standing out against her dark skin. Lara lowered the rest of the jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor at her feet and kicked it away. Lipe knew he shouldn't look, but his eyes seemed to have a will of their own and he stared open-mouthed at the breasts and the tapered waist, wider hips, he remembered the expression hourglass figure. He swallowed hard and when she took two steps to reach him, he jumped out of the chair, knocking it over.

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

For instance, there was a rear-side shot that showed her waist was uncovered, it showed her bare side from armpit to knees with most of her bottom, but was too far to the rear to get her exposed nipple (the girl had no sideboob) or any more than a hint of her rear cleft. They also took some graphic shots that we would keep for ourselves. Li would sometimes stare for hours at the one, a landscape shot showing navel to knees with back of the dress spread like a pair of open wings, that focused on her exposed open pussy, with the red and blue accents and the dragon tat. She had a print of her own, while I kept a blown up (larger than actual size) one in my office, on my wall for all to see. It

“Get rid of everything.” Aurelia reached back to unclasp her bra, her left hand covering part of her stomach. “Oh heavens… che figata,” Lucian murmured as he feasted his eyes on her breasts. They looked glorious—her nipples hard and pointed. “Let the panties be. Don’t unveil the glorious package just yet.” Aurelia straightened up, still covering her stomach with one hand. She looked beautiful, perfect—his to take if he wanted… and he wanted to.