Ava Fiore Nude Novels & Stories

He still couldn’t believe she had no makeup on but still looked beautiful. He had never felt this good in years. To him, this was the best sex he had ever had in his life. He rose his upper body up, leaning towards her and buried his face in her gorgeous tits. They were round, firm and very soft. “I meant what do you have planned for the weekend?” Christine asked again, pushing her long brown hair over her shoulders while arching her back a little bit. She could feel the sweat running down her body, they having been having sex all day switching different styles and positions.

Maven said. “Do you have pictures or anything?” Aurelian asked. “Yes, a few of the pack members sent pictures,” he said, taking another file. He dropped it on the table, and we gathered it. Maven and I gasp. “Goddess,” Felix said. The pictures are terrible; I can’t even recognise the person. Their eyes are pure white, and their skin is black. Then, with red veins all over their bodies, they look hideous. “What is this?” I asked.

Darius complained but took it anyways and when he opened it, his eyes almost bulge out. "Woah… what… fuck!" He stuttered as he stared at a picture of me completely naked and my legs parted. My vagina's tongue was on the mattress and my breasts were hard and pointed to the camera. "Aria. This is amazing." Killian whispered under his breath, I don't think he meant it to be a whisper since he called out to me but it came out that way. "You guys like it?" I asked as they flicked the pages, their eyes glued on the pictures containing my nudes.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

Seated on my bed, I open the email again. Earlier, I’d only read the introduction where Victor said I got the part. As I read the rest of the email, I learn my modelling partner’s name as well as the full list of poses for the shoot. I scan down list of poses. All of them are sexy, but the last one is the naughtiest of all. My face is on fire as I read it – Sitting on bed, Fiona between Mark’s legs. Mark’s lips against Fiona’s neck, Mark’s right hand on Fiona’s breast, his left hand sliding into her panties.

It is not yet the right time. “Tell us why you are there, then. You’re making us imagine things already.” Fauna said impatiently as always. This girl doesn’t really know how to wait. “Yes, Fauna is right! Actually, I’m already thinking that you are secretly fantasizing him, that you want to get him to bed and do the nasty.” Floara remarked. She is laughing teasingly at my frowning face. Yes, she is right that I am secretly fantasizing Prof. Fortez, but not in a sexual way!

It was almost day break, which meant, time for Fiora to go to bed. She was tired, stressed and if it wasn't for her occasional charity smiles, no one would ever noticed. No one, except for Aiden. He was not specifically trained into mastering the art of human feelings, but he sure could read Fiora like an open book. Her face were covered in a few dark spots round her forehead and Aiden guessed for it to be charcoal, perhaps from the cooking. It also wasn't hard for him to read through her emotion and concluded just how tired she was, just by the way she smiled. Not more than a few minutes at the riverbank, when she smiled, it was so peaceful. It was like watching sunset when on a gloomy day,

Her scent is subtle, almost absent, and it is her warmth, more than her fragrance, that reaches me. Her hand rises and brushes my cheek, like a paintbrush testing the canvas. I do not move. The contact is light, seemingly neutral, but I sense a curiosity behind the control. I let my gaze drop, linger on the crease of her lip, the slight flutter at her throat. Alix is a professional, but in these minuscule details, something escapes the technique.

But she could not deny the allure of the cool water, the promise of a refreshing dip. With a hesitant sigh, Florence began to undress. She slipped out of the maxi dress, revealing the black bikini she had worn underneath. It was a simple, yet elegant piece, perfect for a casual dip in the lake. As she stepped out of the dress, she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. She was about to do something bold, something daring.

❧ Fiorella ☙ His left hand pressed one of my breasts , while his right hand made its way under my dress and slipped through my panties. "Lorenzo.... No.... Stop...we can't....." I said whispering without willpower. "Yes we can and I will, you want me and there is not a single part of your body, that is not turned on by the rose of my hands on you." "You are so fucking gorgeous, my dick is already hard I can't wait anymore Fiorella, you are mine, you can't deny me this, your body is mine and you know it."