Allie Sherlock Nude Novels & Stories

"I'm not a bear, Adam! Just give me a few minutes." Amusement colored Adam's reply, his laughter dancing through his words. "Alright, but it's nice to make sure you're still alive, you know!" With renewed energy, Divine untangled herself from the bedsheets and embarked on her morning routine. A cascade of warm water embraced her as she stood beneath the shower, and her thoughts drifted between the past month's journey from despair to sanctuary. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her reflection in the dimly lit tiles offering a glimpse of her changing body—four months along, a secret she held close.

She's a force of nature, I know it. Allison chuckles as she takes off her sweater. "Not that it would help her, but sure, grab your weapon weakling. Pick something that'll help you." Even though she's focused on the fight, I can only hope she doesn't strip in front of the crowd and shift here. I've seen a lot of heinous things in my life, and I don't want to add the view of my nude step-sister to it.

I yanked the door shut instantly, a deer-in-the-headlights look flashing across my face. “I’m so sorry, Sienna.” I breathed, letting out a heavy sigh. “I thought you were—“ “Carter?” she supplied, stepping out in a plush shower robe and eyeing me with a weird look of amusement. “You’re naked, Ally. You never sleep naked.” Crap. I looked down and realized I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. Couldn’t he have at least pulled a t-shirt over me? I mean anything at all? I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on, which was the blanket and whipped it around myself like a toga.

I shifted my gaze to his monitor. Allie was strapped to a table, naked except for simple bands of cloth draped over her chest and groin. Thin metal spikes attached to wires had been driven into her torso, her arms, her thighs. The doctor with the snake tattoo was standing next to her, a dial in his hand. Her body went taut, her mouth open in a silent scream, as he turned the knob and current ran through her.

She kneeled beside Rick but didn’t seem to notice she was nude. “Rick!” she yelled, but it didn’t stop Aarshon from pulling her away from the man. Nix struggled to get away from him. It was at this moment that she noticed she was nude. Nix stopped moving when she felt his body against hers. Aarshon seemed to notice that she stopped struggling, but it didn’t dawn on him that she stopped because she was nude.

I was behind her, but the face was blurred. I turned the screen to Cohen. “You don't recognize her?” “No,” he replied. No way I'm believing that bullshit. “Asher, out of my home now!” His mother gritted, trying to get me away from him but I didn't bulge. She left me alone and disappeared to my back. “Cohen. Look closely. The girl you posted her nude in the club, the one you almost killed!” I echoed. He looked more closely then sighed annoyingly before turning his gaze to me.

He wants Alice to cum from his fucking her in every hole, over and over. Allie looks on, very impressed at Adams' virility and ability to just go at their mother with such abandon. She hopes he will do this to her too soon. She sees Alice loving every minute of being treated like a fuck doll, Adam's fuck doll. Allie throws herself down on the couch beside her mom and, pulling her skirt up, attacks her pussy with an equal measure of ferocity as Adam is going at Alice. Quickly she goes from two fingers to three to all four, and her thumb repeatedly slams her clit. Allie gets off watching Adam in less than two minutes. She slows down and goes to just three fingers but keeps plunging them into h

“Huh—yes. I am fine.” But Sorrel clicked her tongue. “You’re imagining him inside you.” It was not a question. As if this grinning Omega behind her knew what she was thinking. “I can’t blame you though. I spied him naked when he was having a running exercise near our apartments. My fingers almost numbed when I was in the bathtub imagining his presence there with me.” Sasha coughed, as if she could still feel Alain’s cock in her mouth. The thickness and length of him, buried deep in her throat…

Sherrie has a serious relationship developing with a football player named Ken and she's been staying at his place several nights a week. As I push open the door, carrying my overnight bag into the living room, I stop dead in my tracks. Holy shit! Dreams really do come true! Susan and Sherrie are both home, lying on their backs on the floor, catching their breath. They've spread an old comforter on the floor, presumably to keep from damaging the carpeting. A bottle of baby oil is lying on its side, next to an empty bottle of wine and two empty wine glasses. Susan and Sherrie are not only naked; they are covered in baby oil, from their necks to their toes. Their smooth thighs, hairless pussy

It must have provided relief. "Alia..." I called her name and she automatically opened her eyes. Her doe eyes gaze softly at mine as she slowly parted her lips, but no words came out. "I will take your shirt off, okay? It would help take away some of the heat." I asked permission, to which she nodded. The moment I did, I wished I had looked away because her perfect t**s bounced teasingly when I took off the shirt holding them in place. She was naked in front of me, with just water between us and she was fucking perfect. Her breasts were bigger and fuller, and I wanted to dip my head in between them. Fuck this!