Evin Ahmad Nude Novels & Stories

This poor woman card always works; I grinned inside. "Woman? Where, I didn't see any woman in this room?" Max answered, I pointed at my manicured nails. "You sucker, I am a woman in this room with boobs," Darius was smiling, looking at Max and me fighting like Tom and Jerry. Max busted into a series of laughter. "That is not boobs, babe. That's lemons," Darius pressed his laughter, and these perverts were making fun of me. "Shut up, Max. She might feel offended,"

She asked again and Ethan didn't hesitate to nod. "Urgh! You are so unbelievable, Ethan!" Eve pushed him away and sat up with the bedsheet wrapped around her. "If I am the only woman, then who is that girl you were posing with in your computer?" Ethan also sat up, his brows furrowing. "What girl are you talking about?" "Don't try to fool me, Ethan. Inside your computer is a photo of you and a girl posing intimately at a beach." Eve had held it in for so long, but that image would always flash in her mind now and then. She never even intended to speak about it... But seriously.

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

By fifty million, I was a writhing, drooling mess, cumming every thirty seconds. Ahmed ended it at seventy-five million, and again, to himself. The ropes lowered me to my knees. He removed the gag, and fed me his cock. I sucked hungrily, tears and spit mixing. Behind me, the glass floor showed the suite below, an Arab prince was watching, stroking himself. Ahmed saw too. “Wave to your audience, pet.” He spun me, pressed my face to the glass. The prince’s eyes widened as Ahmed entered me from behind, fucking me against the transparent floor. My tits squished, nipples dragging.

It’s almost as if he’s challenging me to watch his hips buckle in such a primitive way. For a moment my mind betrays me. I picture him in a bedroom, driving into me with that same rough thrust, skin slick with sweat, hair damp at his temples. The fact that he’s shirtless right now only fuels it. Heat crawls up my neck, and I have to wrench my gaze away before the images get any darker. What the hell? Keep your shit together, Tabitha. After a few more seconds, Evren pushes off the ground and straightens up. He wipes his palm against his jeans. “Happy now?”

Aiden's eyes instantly turned darker at the sight before him, his mate was standing unflattering naked before him, he had never seen a woman so perfect and sexy In his entire life and all he could think was bending her over as he pounds her and make her scream his name. Quickly, ready to grab her and please her in every way possible but Sharriah placed her hands on her chest as she beckoned him to remain still. Aiden stared at her, he watched as she ripped off his trousers and quickly his huge dick bounced out quickly. Sharriah moaned at the sight of his dick, she had never seen a dick as big as his.

As they entered the penthouse, Elijah went to sit on the sofa while Rachel sat beside him and Andrew went to pour them drinks. Elijah took the opportunity to tear the paper open and what fell out from the torn envelope knocked the air right out of his lungs. Three naked pictures of Adrian with one where he was kissing the boy in his dressing room at one of Billy's photoshoots. What left him utterly dazed was the body he was looking at.

I was expecting to see a man decently doing workouts. At least he was supposed to be wearing something more decent but immediately my eyes landed on the man...no no on the naked man doing poses like a pro, my jaw dropped, my mouth open and my eyes widened to the point where the air getting in them hurting my eyes didn't seem to affect me. The sight before me was so great so sinful and so forbidden that I failed to look away. I wanted to close my eyes, turn back and leave like an innocent virgin I was but the way his body flexed each time he did a certain pose made my heart race

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

My hot, needy voice cried out. And my gaze flicked to the large display screens...and my face fell. That was me. The screens were flooded with images of me. It was… My voice. My body. My... Nudity. I stepped backwards, limbs shaking, hoping the earth could open up and swallow me... Swallow my shame... Wipe out my existence because I couldn't take the shame. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched on. This was me, Vine Davis, last night in Drew's bed.