Chelsea Zhang Nude Novels & Stories

Knox and his wife Sheila were standing near the ice sculpture, currently trapped in conversation with Sheila's cousin, who was some boring state minister. And then, there at the other end of the room near the grand staircase, was Kade. He was leaning on custom black crutches that actually went surprisingly well with his tailored suit, looking like a tragic prince, and standing right there on his arm was Chelsea. My breath literally caught in my throat. She looked completely different, brushed up and glowing, and that deep emerald green gown she had on fit her so perfectly that it made her look like she completely belonged to this crowd, like she owned the damn room.

It wasn't as if we paraded around our apartment naked, but the occasional changing of clothes occurred in one another's presence, enough that we shouldn't be shocked by the other's nudity. Yet as the hem of the tank top rose, my stomach dropped and my body forgot how to move. I couldn't speak or reach out. I couldn't do anything but stare at the multiple bruises, strategically placed where they'd be covered by her clothes. Though my mouth dried, I managed to speak. "Why? What the hell?" Pulling her shirt back down, Chelsea collapsed onto the edge of the garden tub. Down, down, and further down she went until her head was bowed, held only by her arms resting upon her knees.

Chelsea stood in the doorway wearing a light pink babydoll chemise. Derek’s lips parted. It stopped above her knees and the bottom half was sheer showing off pink bikini like panties. Pink lace covered her C-cups just enough to tease a man. Derek licked his lips slowly as he took her in. Her hair was curled and brushed like Farrah Faucet’s old hair do. Derek swallowed hard. “Yo, D, you still there?” Q said in his ear. “Q . . . I gotta go,” Derek said as he kept looking at Chelsea.

It’s like he erased me out of his life completely. “Mmmm. I love the smell here. I love California. Owww, I see a rated R girl.” “Look away or cover your eyes.” Chelsea says. The girl just passed us wearing a bikini. “Alright woman! I want to look though. Shit, no, no. That’s not what I meant, it was rated R, too much cleavage and stuff. So, no looking, only at you babe.” Tanner says with a smile. “Yea, yea, better be.” Chelsea says.

I’m not going to let one hair on Chelsea’s head become harmed or come out of place. Once our burgers and fries arrive we dive in like we haven’t eaten in days and I’m so glad to see a girl actually eating real food and not a salad and then when said salad arrives take two bites and decide they are full. I hate that shit. I want a women with curves and let me tell you.. Chelsea definitely has curves, I can’t wait to have her ass in my hands and her legs wrapped around my waist and I really can’t wait to sink into her warm, wet, heat and feel her come around my cock and have her grip me like her life depends on it.

I was serving the food on two plates when she had appeared in the kitchen with wet hair soaking the tee I gave her, while discreetly avoiding to look at her chest. Even now, I had to clench my jaw and eat the kimchi, focusing on the sweet and sour taste instead of how inviting her flushed skin looked. The ends of her blond hair were wet, the cotton t-shirt soaking the water, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any bra made it more apparent. I shifted in my seat and gave her kimchi with my chopsticks. “It’s good for you,” I said and asked if she wanted more noodles. Chelsea shook her head, swallowing her food and flashing an innocent smile. “If this is what you do to every woman you bring ho

the man looked at her pale complexion and hurried to help her lie down . This time Chelsea didn't act stubborn , the moment she stood up , her entire head felt as if someone has spilt it open . " Who're you ?" said Chelsea nervously, after knowing that someone tried to harm her in ber past life she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone . " I'm Zain , high priest pupil and heir . " said Zain ushering Chelsea to drink some more water . Chelsea drank a little just for the sake of it but Cici's words choked her up .

Jimmy had voiced quietly, his hands running up his mother's ankles, calves and thighs as he'd taken in her full naked beauty. "Thank you, sweetie," Chelsea had returned demurely, tucking her chin inwards as if trying to hide. She had felt truly exposed, completely nude in front of her son, but the way he had looked at her in awe and desire had stopped her from attempting to cover herself. Chelsea had even wanted to show her son more of her body if it would get more reactions like that.

She monitored when Ezra will be coming down the stairs from his room. **************** EZRA'S POV I put on my brown track trousers with a blue romeo shirt, and I took my jacket by hand. I moved towards the little refrigerator in my room and took out a cold drink. As I came down from my room upstairs, I was so shocked to see Chelsea in my house, and she was stark naked. I looked at her and looked at my door. I thought I locked the door or maybe I didn't, can't remember. "Chelsea, what is this?

Although I know that Zae wore bikinis but the problem is, I am not her and there’s no fucking way I’m going to wear one. “I’m ready” Chelsea came out from her cabin and she’s wearing a one-piece fit. Ken’s eyes immediately landed on Chelsea’s body and the way I see it, he’s mesmerized seeing her like that. “That’s what you should wear,” he said while his eyes were fastened to Chelsea who was approaching us. I fisted his abdomen and said at once, “Pervert” “Ouch! Those hurt!” “The word or my fist?” “Tsk!” I didn’t hit him that hard. He’s just exaggerating.