Erza Nude Novels & Stories

Lower down, the gown clung to her body, showing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My mouth went dry. Without saying a word, Zara grabbed the hem of the nightgown and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion. She stood completely naked in front of me. Her body was beautiful. Full breasts with stiff pink nipples, a narrow waist that curved into wide hips, and smooth, long legs. Her shaved pussy looked soft and full, the lips slightly parted and already wet in the morning light. She looked straight into my eyes and said softly, “Now you can see them properly… without straining your eyes.”

It is strange how I felt violated waking up naked next to Drake but not with Ezra. My gaze drifts to the bedroom door that is slightly ajar, and through it, I catch sight of him. I catch sight of Ezra. He is crouched in front of the fireplace, naked, his muscles rippling as he feeds another log into the flames. His back is broad and his shoulders flex with every movement. My eyes trace the line of his spine downward, over the ridges of his lower back, to the tight curve of his ass and to the long, powerful legs braced against the stone floor.

She asked and he dramatically blinked, hands on both hips, "Baby girl, take that long ass shirt off right this minute and show 'em what your mama gave you." He said and she laughed again, nodding. "Okay, sure." She replied, starting to take the shirt off as Tega rambled, ".. Ouu la-la! That's Eron Castile! In the same beach as I am?! With his clothes off?! Take my life, Lord!" Surprisingly, Frema didn't feel like removing his head. She laughed again, instead. This confirmed her thoughts. Definitely gay.