Diana Hopper Nude Novels & Stories

I trembled as my breasts came into view. I had no bra on, my round boobs spilling out. My black hair tumbled down to my right tit. The dress fell down my body. I had no panties on, either. My pussy freshly shaved. I wanted to be a p**n star so badly. Mother would have a fit if she saw me. There was no way that woman who looked like Mom in the gloryhole videos was her. No way at all. "So, let's see you are a virgin," Mrs. Miller cooed and dropped to her knees. She buried her face into my pussy as Niku moved in to get a close-up.

I kept my head down, sinking into myself and trying not to look at anything but every second or two I caught a glimpse. Ladies, full nude with star-shaped stickers on their nipples. They were vibing to the beat and jumping off their feet. Their breasts jingled and their hips wiggled. Guys circled around them, watching more than they were dancing. In other corners, some people were already so high they were gone. Body on body, they were rubbing against each other until it was obvious they were humping. I shook my head when I saw that. “Keep your head down. Keep your head down.” I muttered but that was a bad idea. On the ground, was a lady on her knees with a dick in her mouth.

ALEXANDRE Morning stretches over a suspended city. Newspapers pile up on sidewalks, screens scream the same words, the same images: my mother handcuffed, flanked by officers, the face I've always known so self-assured, now broken. I remain here, behind the walls of Lyra's family home, unable to move, unable to understand. My mother, Diane D., arrested at dawn. The scandal finally has a face. I saw her on the videos: the door forced open, her coat thrown over her shoulders, her terrible calm as she descended the steps. No cries, no resistance. Just that calm of those who know the truth will eventually strike.

She quickly got into the story I always made up for this. “Take off your clothes! I want to see you naked under the candlelight,” I said. Harper stood up, she stepped back a step so I could see her curves clearly. She untied her rope belt. With an elegant way, dropped her outer to the floor. She bowed for a moment, but her eyes did not leave mine. She lowered her panties, then moved to unhook her bra in the front. Harper was completely naked in front of me now. I could see the curves of her backside from the mirror, it was a different silhouette from the candlelight.

What is happening? Why is Dianne naked?!! And why was it timed perfectly when I was about to take off my top? I was rooted at my feet and I cannot quite put my thoughts on what to do. While frozen in trance, I can only surmise how beautiful the scenery that I am looking at. Is this the reason why I cannot think clearly? Dianne is a well proportioned woman. I cannot help but admire her figure. Her vital statistics? I do not know any of that but one thing certain is I know that she is sexy, a very striking one.

“Peristeraki, are you coming? We have unfinished business.” And if I ran to meet him, because the alternative was standing there, where his parents were after implying that we had something to do. I'll also rather leave with him, than after to deal with the aftermath of his absence. **** “Is the sex between you that good?” Diana asked, pointing to the Hickey on my neck and I hid my face in my palm. “What?” She hissed and picked something off the rack, “there is nothing to be ashamed about.” “Pleasee… stooooooppp.”

He is shocked to find out that Diana didn't put on a pant and Diana doesn't seem embarrassed about it. Jacop sucks Diana's nipples, and she moans as she works on Jacop's hard dick with her hands. Jacop then moves to her clit, fingers her, and Diana can feel she is almost reaching the climax. Without warning, Jacop thrusts himself in and increases his pace as requested by Diana. Then they both climax, but Diana hasn't had enough.

I lifted my hips and soon the skirt was halfway down my thighs. You look delicious," Diana said softly in my ear. Wiggling my hips, I pushed my robe further down at the same time. When it was past my knees, I kicked it away. All I had on was a pair of black lace panties. I felt so exposed right then. But it didn't matter. I was with Diana. For some reason, I trusted her. I knew in that instant that she wasn't going to use me. So I lay there, almost completely naked, waiting for her to take me.

Diana shouted, which called for my attention immediately. She grabbed my phone from my hand to look at what I was doing. "What the hell is this? Why are you going through her page?" She showed me the page of the friend I had tapped on, and it turned out that she was already a nudist. I didn't know about that! "I accidentally came across her page." "You were literally awed by the picture you have seen. Oh! Yeah. She had the curves and the ass. You didn't even pay attention to what I was telling you!" Diana shouted, and I could tell that she was as mad as fuck.

Their voices filled the room simultaneously. Diana did not wait a second longer. She reached out to the hooks of her bra and unhooked the fabric. She allowed the straps fall from her hands, while the lace kissed the ground. Her round breasts and hard nipples were now in full display in front of the brothers. She touched the waistband of her panties and pushed it down to her thighs, before stepping out of it. Her pussy juice ran down her thighs. Her cheeks flushed as she pressed heregs together. "Sit on the couch, open your legs." The artist spoke.