Giselle Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Her eyebrow went up, and Maxima nodded. “I want you to undress right there where I can watch.” Enthralled by the low pitch of his voice and warmed to her toes by the stark truth in his eyes, Maxima reached down to unbutton her pencil skirt. His gaze followed her every movement as she unfastened and then slid the material down over her hips. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, freeing her hot skin. The only things left to take off were her bra and panties. “You’re stunning… I adore seeing you in your sexy lingerie…” he said in a tone filled with pure, unadulterated male appreciation. “But I adore even more seeing you without it…”

What are you doing, Alex? "Just taking a peek." I explained as I slid the sheet aside, exposing Jill in all her glorious MILFishness. Naked. 100%. Not a stitch on her. Score one for Aleximus Magnus. Called that one! "Fuck!" Jerry cried out taking a step back. "She's naked!" "Yes she is. Sweet, huh?" "Cover her up. What if someone comes in here?" "Like who?" I asked while my gaze took in those fabulous tits which had bewitched me night after night from behind her workout top.

Iris have been naked before Maximo days ago but she still feel strange now. He lean closer to her with his hands moving to her back. His fingers find the zip and with small movement he pull it down, exposing iris back slowly. Maximo then pull back as the dress fell off, revealing iris firm white breasts with it's pink crowns. Under his dark gaze the lady shudder violently. He didn't say any words as he help her undress slowly. Her dress goes First then her panties. Finally she was sitting before Maximo very much naked as nothing else. He had pulled off her dress away and placed it on the wooden chair besides the bed.

My fingers shoved my soaked panties aside, finding my swollen clit. "Oh," The first touch made me gasp. I rubbed harder, chasing the orgasm that had been building for hours. "Oh yes yes-" Someone cleared their throat and I quickly dropped my leg, embarrassed at being caught. I looked up to see who had come in and wished the ground would open and gulp me down. What in the world was Leslie Maxwell doing in the public restroom? Leslie Maxwell stood in the doorway, her blonde hair looking perfect as always. She had a pristine white suit that had a rather short skirt and showed off her pretty long legs.

He cut me off, excited about some extremely hot pictures coming. And indeed, the dresser was given the chance to fulfill his wishes after all the actual photos for the Gala. Different teasing positions. I was half naked yet covered with a cloth that I was biting from its corner while sitting on a box with my legs open wide. As for Max and Conan holding onto both of my legs. Another shot was when Conan's Lips were on my neck while my body was in an upside-down position. And Max was biting on my neck as if he was a vampire. Those were just a few of the shots cause I'm pretty sure they've taken more than one. Though thank God it was over! Or so, that's what I thought.

Giselle murmured and finally began to undress slowly, taking off everything as if the room's cold temperature couldn't cool the heat in her body. Giselle walked toward the bed wearing only her underwear. She knew that this was akin to surrendering her virginity to Vexeon before marriage. But Giselle's mind was in turmoil. Moreover, now she saw a bare back exposed, facing her. Naughty thoughts started to enter Giselle's mind. Although she had never done it before, Giselle understood what would happen if a man and a woman were alone in a dark room. "I- I feel like doing it now," Giselle said to herself and finally gathered the courage to approach the bed and climb onto it.

The weather was close to 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Giselle didn't really plan on going out. Still, she decided to meet Emma for breakfast. She then brought her tablet over to the beanbag couch and sat down, facing the rippling blue sea from beyond the floor-length windows. She took a photo of the scenery outside the window and uploaded it to her social media account. The first person to like the photo was Chester. Giselle stared at his name for a long while. It wasn't until Emma suddenly messaged her with a livestream video link that she suddenly snapped back to her senses.

He asked himself out loud. He walked into the bedroom and found his two models sitting on the bed. Shaina spoke up first: "Well, Mr. Photographer, what shall we do?" Maxwell looked up as though in thought, then said, "I am going to go into the living room. While I'm gone, I would like for you both to strip down totally nude, then each of you choose one of my dress shirts from the closet, and put them on. I want the shirts to be buttoned up, except for the top three buttons. When you come out, the only thing you should have covering your bodies, is a shirt. Is that agreeable to both of you?"

She doesn't care how broken or who she has to hurt to get it. Giselle burst into the room. “You are not gonna believe this!” She waved around a paper. “This is everything we need to get rid of that girl! I knew it! I just knew she was a fucking liar! I mean…why else would she be so obsessed with getting rid of you! It's not because she wants a family, it's because she's trying to sell a lie!” Max and I shared a look. “What are you talking about? We asked in unison!