Gladys Cruz Nude Novels & Stories

Sheri's eyes were wide as the woman, Criana Rhymes, reached behind herself and pulled the zipper of her dress down, the dress then sliding down her body to nestle on the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, her full, C-cup breasts surmounted by large dark nipples, her chocolate skin almost glistening as she reached for Charles' shorts and pulled them down, his rock-hard cock standing straight out in front of him as she knelt on one knee before him.

Luna Castellanos stood outside the converted warehouse in the arts district, checking the address on her phone one more time. This was it...the studio of Adrian Cross, the most famous contemporary artist in the city, maybe in the country. She was twenty-five, struggling to make rent as a freelance photographer, when she'd seen the posting: ARTIST'S MODEL WANTED. NUDE WORK. LONG-TERM PROJECT. COMPENSATION NEGOTIABLE.

The dress I wore was so thin and small that I almost felt their eyes watching my privates. "She looks like full of juice," Kruz's comment made me look away in disgust. I wouldn’t have worn this dress if it wasn’t for the ritual. "Lift up your dress," Kruz came in front of Prince Conrad, who hadn't spoken a word till now. "I said grab your dress and lift it up all the way to your bre**ts," Kruz was shamelessly licking his lips as he kept mumbling to me. Every step he took near me resulted in me taking two steps backwards.

It had been a gift from the ugly Nosferatu before he went into his thousand year exile. The only thing that filled his mind at the moment was the exquisite fluttering of the lovely Marcy's vaginal lips tightly clenched around his long hard member. He looked into her green flecked eyes and saw tears forming at the corners. He knew instinctively they were tears of joy and not of pain. He knew how to deliver pain without mercy but his gentle impalement was for the alluring creature's pleasure and not to cause her pain. Marcy tried to restrain her vocal cords to silence but her whimpers of pleasure made the naked children of Lafitte restless. The youngest of them was also the newest. Her name wa

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

"The rumor concerning CRUZ company...you didn't hear it?" "CRUZ company? I didn't hear about that, what was it about?" "CRUZ company was accused of producing fake designs and forging other companies' designs of paintings. It was all over the news, Clara." There was a hint of shock and surprise in Ella's voice.

Olivia’s POV I looked at the time it was exactly eight forty-five. The new club opening is at nine-twenty, of course, I'm going, it's free for fucks sake. "Olivia are you ready?" Ari's loud voice boomed from downstairs. I walked downstairs in a spaghetti strap black dress that reached my mid-thighs. Tight enough to show all my curves. Going along with black heels.

I gulped seeing her angry face "I uh....you see....it was a prank!" And a pillow came flying on my face which I caught. "You pervert!" She yelled grabbing another pillow and hopped on the bed to murder me with it. I used my pillow to shield myself but as if it could help. "Wake up Sleeping beauty..... you're surprise is here....!!!" We heard a female voice from outside and both froze. "Uh..oh! We're dead!" Ayesha said petrified. "Why? Who is it?" "It's NIDA! She'll kill us both if she sees us like this." She whispered.

"Hey, I'll help you take off your take-out." "No..." Without waiting for Huanzhen's protest, Gladyce raised her hand and reached out to him. There was already a Swiss army knife hidden in her palm. She couldn't wait any longer and quietly cut off her military uniform. However, in other people's eyes, they might not be able to see any flaws. With a hissing sound, the clothes on true-self fell off. It was revealed that she was wearing a sexy swimsuit. "Ouch!" Gladyce laughed and raised her chin.

A glass of champagne dangled from her fingers; droplets of condensation slid down the stem and onto her thigh. To her right: Nadia Reyes, twenty-seven. Petite, olive-skinned, long black hair cascading past her waist. She wore only thigh-high fishnets and a thin gold chain belt that sat low on her hips. Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes.