Cece Lemons Nude Novels & Stories

The nipples were pink and swollen. Lucien threw down his drink and walked up to us. His gaze darkened with a kind of hunger that sent cold shivers down my spine. “Phina…” he whispered. “Damn… look at dem tits.” He zip down his leather jacket. His abs are sexy with tattoos all over. Then he unbuckled his belt and slide down his Jeans. Lysander does the same and damn… they are now naked. Their cocks? No… those ain’t cocks, baby. Those are weapons. Hard. Thick. Veined. Leaking at the red, swollen tip like a fucking tease.

She didn’t bother trying to answer that. Reaching for a hair brush, she brushed her hair and held it back in a loose pony tail. Then she exited the dressing room, surprised to find Lemuel on the couch with a small transparent jar in his hand containing a yellowish kind of paste or cream inside it. He was not smiling. His face was expressionless. Of course, there was nothing to smile about. She noticed that he had donned on a short sleeved white cotton shirt which made him look like an angel. She knew he wasn’t. Sometimes he could be, though.

She is a glamorous and very attractive blonde, taller than most, wearing heels, tight black leather slacks and a matching leather top with the zip open enough to highlight her cleavage. “I have heard lots of good things about you two,” she tells us in a husky voice as she smiles and repeats, “lots of good things.” “And I hear that you are hung and thick, Jerry,” Lena taunts as she runs her hands over his naked tanned torso, then teases his nipples with her fingernails. I am determined to heighten Jerry’s sexual enjoyment and pleasure as well as mine as I get Lena’s attention by walking in a circle around her to flaunt my naked ass.

Grandma Celine asked as she flipped the egg that she was frying. "It was great and yours" Leila asked, gulping down a cup of water. "It was great, go take your bath and come have dinner" Grandma Celine said bringing out the eggs from the pan. "Alright" Leila replied before leaving the kitchen and heading to the bathroom. After having her bath, Leila wore a yellow floral dress that fitted her perfectly, she tied her black hair into a bun. Then sat in front of her mirror as she applied her Facial cream. When she was done, she opened the drawer beside her and brought out a note book. Staring at it, she smiled to herself. The note book contained the formula of her products, she doesn't carry it

THE WRONG SEND "Lena's pov" I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos. Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of my ass. Then I spread my legs, sliding two fingers through my already soaked folds and spreading them for the camera, showing just how wet and needy I was. The last shot was filthy — me biting my lip, fingers glistening with my arousal.

Elizabeth sat down on the largest piece of furniture, right in the middle of it, and crossed her naked legs, smeared with glistening, seductive body cream, the woman had preened herself thoroughly before she got there, ready for a great night with the man of her dreams. Leonel returned shortly thereafter and with the bottle tucked into an ice bucket, a white tea towel over his shoulder. His attire was casual. He wore a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, his dress pants were still on, but his shoes were off, he was barefoot and she was fascinated by that. Despite having seen him many times without any clothes, it was strange to see him like this.

Nadine giggles. "What's the remedy?" she asks again. It was just something I told him to try for his er..his neck." Loretta replies. "Aloe gel, lemon, and a tiny moss should help when you rub it and leave it there for a while." "It's going to smell horrible." Nadine laughs. "The smell doesn't matter Nadine, it's what it does that matters." "It doesn't have a horrible smell." Sebastian says "It's just there anyways, no smell."

Something heavy and magnetic. Lucian led me toward the center of the loft, where a low platform was covered in soft, dark silks. On a small table nearby sat a glass bottle of amber-colored oil, warmed by a flickering candle beneath it. It was Nuru oil—slick, scentless, and designed for a closeness that left no room for secrets. "You're carrying the weight of this whole family on your shoulders," Lucian murmured, his hands reaching for the zipper of my dress. "Let me take it for an hour."

There was a table with a small heart cake with a candle at the top of it. They sat down and Eros blow out the candle after talking for a few mins. Leela got up from the table and went into the bathroom. Leela was in the bathroom nervous because she plans to give him her virginity. She passed back and forth in the bathroom.Eros hearer what Leela was saying in her mind. He got up from the bed and put the spell under the cover. Leela came out the bathroom Eros was Naked waiting in front of the door He didn't give her time to think he kissed her.

Was that why we could communicate through thoughts in that battle? Alexander, oblivious to the thoughts fighting for dominance in my head, pulled up a leatherskin water bottle from the side of the saddle. "Are you thirsty?" He asked, then poured the water down his throat. He handed the bottle to me and I did the same, gulping from it. He appeared fidgety and nervous, and I knew the brief whatever-it-was between the both of us had affected him the same way it had affected me. Maybe I was better at hiding it than he was. Or maybe he had more to hide than I did.