Imogen Lucie Nudes Novels & Stories

she asked, her eyes fixed on his. Emma walked towards the river with a purposeful stride, determined to join Lucas in the refreshing water. She untied the straps of her gown, and it fell softly to the ground, revealing her supple curves and toned figure. Next, she slipped off her underwear, and Lucas couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement at the sight of her nudity. He tried to avert his eyes, but he found it hard to resist looking at her. Her naked body glowed in the sunlight, and Lucas couldn't help but admire every curve and line.

It was taken right before Nadine’s death but illness was not visible in her beautiful, serene face. Imogen often got comments that she looked exactly like her aunt who was an infamous beauty and renowned model in her time. She walked inside the sophisticated but cozy bedroom and locked the door behind her. Then she flung herself down on her bed face-down, crumpling the envelope. For a few moments, she didn't move. Her heartbeats slowed and her mind calmed. Her mother was right. There was no sense in moping around, pining for her lost love. If she chose, she could get married tomorrow with any man she wanted.

I closed my eyes leaning on the edge of the pool, letting the water bubble around me, I dipped my body to my head into the water, before I floated back up, washing my eyes open and getting a whiff of a too-familiar scent, I was not alone anymore. As the person Standing and staring a few feet away from me was Lucien, he looked like had just come back from running and needed a warm bath. “Lucie-My lord-I” I tried to speak out from my small stutter, but he just waved me off, I looked down to see him taking off his pants leaving his cock bare, Was he crazy? Did he not see me here?! I panicked on my mind, as I couldn’t turn my face fast enough and caught a glimpse of his member, it made me blush

I take everything else off and stand naked, skin pale and cool and tacky. Should I be nervous? Because I’m not. Lucien . . . I’m not sure how he feels. He certainly doesn’t pretend to be uninterested, and looks his fill, following each curve of mine more than once, betraying little but hiding nothing. I’m not made like a Were woman. I’m not toned, and have no defined muscles. Either Lucien knew to expect it, or he doesn’t mind. His eyes glaze over as I step forward, and I take his hand when he offers it. I’m drowsy, wobbly-kneed. He lowers me into the tub.

"Get ready. The doctor said you're allowed to return to the mansion this afternoon." Lucien quickly moved to pull away the white blanket wrapped around Isolde's body. However, his movement abruptly stopped when his eyes caught sight of Isolde's cotton underwear still hanging loosely around her plump knees. Without saying a word, Lucien bent down, took the thin fabric in his warm fingers, and slowly pulled it up over Isolde's firm, fair thighs until it was properly back around her curvy waist. As he did so, Lucien unconsciously swallowed hard. The sight of those full, smooth, and shapely thighs truly tested the limits of his imagination.

It doesn’t work, there’s no way I’m letting her come right now. “Cody,” she squeaks, “please make me come, please let me come all over your fingers and watch you suck my cream off.” Oh jeez, this girl is undoing me just with the hooded look her eyes have right now, her sweet as honey voice and those words, fuck me. She is amazing and who’d have thought that sweet Immi would get to be so dirty. I’m not complaining, I love this side of her. When I watch her around the house or her caring ways with Luna, it always takes me by surprise how cute, innocent Imogen with the big heart, the smart ass whose knowledge about almost everything impresses me; can be such a dirty girl in the bedroom. You kno

My heart is beating very loud in my chest as I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees. The dress I’m wearing keeps sliding up my thighs, showing more of my naked skin with every move. Lucien comes right after me, pulling his shirt off over his head. His chest and stomach look so strong and toned in the soft light of the room. He carefully lays me down on my back first, bending my knees up, then moves in between my legs slowly. His hands glide slowly up my thighs, pushing the thin fabric of my dress higher and higher until he tugs it all the way off.

She trembles, but obeys, captivated by his gaze. — Do you really want me to take you back? he whispers, cruel yet sweet at the same time. Do you still think you have a place here? For a moment, she hesitates, as if her own body refuses to respond. Then she frantically nods, her lips searching for words that don't come. A broken breath escapes her, but no coherent sound emerges. Then Lucas straightens, to his full height, and his shadow looms over her like a leaden shroud. He sweeps the scene with a glance: Alexandre frozen in his rage, me suffocating and powerless, and finally Tania, collapsed but submissive.

She nodded, thighs quivering. “Good girl.” He gestured to the bedroom. “Strip. On the bed. Legs open. I want to inspect what I’m working with.” Lucy’s hands shook as she untied the robe in her room. The silk slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She was completely naked—full breasts heavy and swaying, dark pink nipples already stiff and begging, her shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening with arousal. She climbed onto the bed, lying back against the pillows, and slowly parted her thighs. Cool air kissed her wet slit. She could feel her clit throbbing visibly, peeking out from its hood.

Yes, that was exactly the kind of sound he imagined that was going to leave her throat when that moment arrived. Immediately, Lucian put Madeline’s body down under the shower and allowed himself to look into her eyes. The stature of the two was still so unnatural, but more than enough if he was the one who wanted to take care of that delicate body in front of him. Now that he looked at her, he could see how sensual she was in that white underwear. The heels were no longer in her feet, they might have fallen when he lifted her up, but he didn’t care, Madeline didn’t need any extra decorations to be as sensual as that.