Angel Chan Nude Novels & Stories

Remembering that made a flush to creep to Kate’s cheeks. “I can’t think of one without the other.” Kate sighed. A grin tugged at Angela’s lips. She dabbed the fabric over Kate’s channel. Then, “And who said is bad to love them?” Done handling her nether, Angela began to dab the fabric over Kate’s navel. Chest and the mounds of her breasts. Her nipples are highly puckered, proving to Angela how the sex gods tugged on it with their lips and fingers.

---- Angel My hard chest pressed against her firm nipple, they were bruising me and it was enough for me to know how aroused she was. My hands slid under her back tugging her closer to my chest and i felt her soft enticing breast rubbing against me. My dick throbbed inside her wet walls at the feeling and a sensous gasp escaped her lips. I pulled my head away from her neck and peered into her eyes. Her eyes had narrowed into a tin line and she looked so fucking hot with her moaning face.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

Lora Angel was an arsenal of sensuality. The redhead closed her eyes for a second, allowing herself to be everything the people around her thought she was. Deep down, she knew she was unreachable at that moment. Her body was a ready-made rhythmic choreography, involving herself as if she knew and dominated the environment, the music, the moment. - "I think I saw an angel" Anna commented, looking seriously shaken.

On the underthrows of innocence. I looked over by the pond with a waterfall, and there stood, an angel, with the body of the a she devil herself. Water glistening on her body, little black bikini, the top barely covers her hard nipples. Let alone her voluptuous boobs. Just drying her hair with a towel. With a look of concern, on her face. Was she actually concerned for me? Oh, she has hint of sweetness to her. I went to walk away, as rude as it sounds, but she had too little of cloths on for a conversation, other than the direction for the porn video playing in my head.

I scrambled for some tissues, cleaning myself up with shaking hands and frantically closing the browser tabs on the screen. "Angel?" I called out, my voice sounding way too high. "In the office!" I straightened my shirt and sat back, trying to look like a man who had been checking his emails. The door swung open, and there she was. Angel. She wasn't just beautiful; she was glowing. She was wearing a tiny, white see-through tank top. Fuck. This top was so thin that I could see the dark circles of her nipples peeking through the fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra. It's not like she ever did, though. She always claimed they were "too itchy," and I had to pretend that reason didn't make my blood b

I unconsciously felt a smile grace my lips thinking about her. I had never been too close to her before today and seeing her almost naked was enough to make me all riled up. After she fell on me, her cleavage was enough to make me crazy. Her smooth creamy skin with little droplets of water dripping from it was enough to make me crave for it. My Angel's just too beautiful. Inside and out. Dylan came shortly. We talked about the picture in my room. I texted Angel not to disturb me for a while.

Angela muttered, grabbing the arms of the chair as she panted like wanting to puff in the air to her lungs. “Who will send our children home, Anj?” I smiled and enjoyed watching her. “Aaaahh…. An…Anya!” She moaned and barely answered my question when I licked her knot of pleasure, circling my tongue and playing on her berry for a while before sliding to her core. She gasped, curling her fingers on my hair as I pushed and pulled my tongue into her slit.

Jet said loudly. Nervously, I scooted my chair closer to Jets. I felt his humor through the bond, but he felt his face passive. A guard opened the door and I’m not sure what I expected Angelina to look like, but this wasn’t it. She looked like she had too much plastic surgery and Botox. Her teased blonde hair was probably holding the whole can of hairspray. I doubt a muscle could move in her face, but her lips appeared just a little too big for her face. She was skinny with designer clothes. Most importantly, she was human. “Good evening! My name is Angelina Tucker.” She held out her hand for Jet and me. “You must be Alpha Jet and Luna Ivory.”

Annabella cried out Thadeus torn her blouse first and her full b**bs came into view "Noooo!!!!" Annabella screamed as ocean of tears rolled down her eyes.