Cece Lemons Nude の小説・ストーリー

“Greedy already. But we’re taking our time.” She guided Claire backward until the backs of her knees hit the wide velvet chaise lounge. Lena gently pushed her down so she was sitting, then lying back. Lena remained standing for a moment, slowly unbuttoning her own black blouse. She shrugged it off, revealing smooth olive skin and a simple black bra that barely contained her full breasts. She unfastened her trousers next and stepped out of them, leaving her in just her lingerie. Her body was toned and confident, hips curving beautifully, thighs strong.

Loren changed her pink dress into a mini, comfortable casual gown while Caleb's shirts were off, he put on only his jogger pants. Caleb laid on his back, on the bed, cupping Loren with the crook of his elbow while she showed him the most recent nude photos she took before leaving America. The photos were mind blowing, as usual. When they were countries apart, Loren never failed to send Caleb her nudes at least, thrice weekly. But now they were together and Caleb's heart raced with the anticipation of seeing the nudes in real life. "You're hot as always, Loren." Caleb turned his face to Loren. They laid side-by-side, facing each other. Loren put her phone away, her gaze intent in his eyes.

Not to forget his promise to release every of her nude pictures that he had taken. Some days ago in her annoyance and the need to be certain she isn't being fooled by him. Leila had confronted Carl to let her catch a glimpse of them. He had been adamant at first, but she wasn't one to give up either. Her eyes had almost fallen out of the sockets when she saw her naked self.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

she said. Leo un-straddled Aura and exchanged places with his wife. He wanted to see Aura completely naked and not just her tits. He began to peel the latex top up her stomach and she realizing that he needed her to be naked, Aura sat up briefly to pull the latex top off of her and threw it at the audience. “Here you go guys! Something for you all to masturbate in,” she said laughing as she lay flat on her back.

He said. “Will you tell me how you got them…the scars I mean?”. She asked in a hopeful tone. Cesar started to shake his head but stopped and sent her a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “We have forever, don’t we?”. He stripped out of his shoes and socks, shucked his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them off. “God, you’re magnificent.” Ellie breathed. She couldn’t stop herself from letting her eyes roam his sculpted body, her gaze landing on his enormous, engorged c*ck and she almost choked on her spit. His nude body took her breath away making her lick her lips.

He could say she looked up 80% similar to Lilly's. Her posture was firm neither faltering as she gazed at them. Mr Clement went on to Introduce them. "Mr Cesar, I would like to introduce you to miss Leela Mendez. The sole designer of BLUE DIAMOND" he said for the group of people that surrounded them to hang a huge smile to their lips an amazed impression to their faces but yet there wasn't a change to his facial expression making all those present to think perhaps he had been charmed by her beauty.

“I’ll get some ice for that. It’ll be touch and go, but you’ll likely keep those fingers.” “You mean this one?” she asked innocently as she held up her middle finger at him. He chuckled at her. But his amusement was cut short by an annoying as fuck nasally voice assaulting their eardrums. “Leonardo Clemonte?” Leo gave an obvious forced smile and turned to face the woman walking over. She was very blonde, daintily pretty, pale skinned, light blue eyes, and very make-upped. Not short, but not model height by any means. Barely there waist, big bust, curvaceous hips. The type of painfully beautiful girl that love-struck, poor suckers made poems and songs about and killed themselves or other peop