Indra Ové Nude Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.

I peeked inside. Tina was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide. She was completely naked, except for the headphones attached to her mobile that lay next to her. Her breasts were as firm as teenagers and her nipples stood tall. One of her hands was pulling and massaging her nipples one at a time in rhythm to the way she was feeding her pussy with the large black dildo she held in her other hand. "Yes I will be a good girl, I will. Can I cum again for you again please please can I?" she begged.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

Indira said showing all her fear and nervousness "Mom relax, if I can made up till here then going ahead also I can make everything back to normal. Like Siddarth said how far she can go with her mental mind ? Where will she go? How far she can go ? To whom she will go ? Hands which helped her is now screaming for help " Rudra said with a smirk.

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.

Amara was going crazy with all the things happening so suddenly. "You don't stand a chance my dear Amara." Ivan walked in without wearing a shirt revealing his tattooed mafia body. A dirk-evil smile was dancing on his lips. The crazy look on his face made Amara realize what type of mess she had gotten herself into. "Why can't I? She is another Celestine and I can take care of her." Amara did not want to give up.

Bare-chested, broad-shouldered, with nothing but loose sleeping pants slung low on his hips, he looked almost unreal; like a painting suddenly come to life. Calley’s gaze betrayed her before she could control it. Her eyes slipped downward, drawn irresistibly to the bold, black ink sprawling across his chest, shoulder, and down his arm. A Polynesian tribal design, thick and intricate, alive with sharp lines and curves that seemed to pulse against his skin. It was impossible not to stare; it commanded attention, dominance radiating from each mark.

It was tight and narrow for the first time, like squid tentacles, firmly attached to his little brother, almost making it "spit out foam" "Huh, ah--" Viana's voice trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a light hum. The stimulation was too great at first, and it felt a bit raw, but soon, she felt a numbness and wanted to rub it! Her gun was swaying back and forth, and occasionally "humming", asking: "Dear, fast, fast to exercise me, fiercely exercise me!" "As you wish!" Lain groaned, and began to violently stroke, the intense stimulation made Viana scream again and again: "Ah ah ah! It feels great! Ah ah, it's so comfortable to be exercised! Ah ah ah--".

One image stood out among the others, it moved--like a brief animated clip. Nadia stood at the edge of the clear pools of water I had seen previously. A very much alive Olivia was emerging from the water, a carefree smile on her heart-shaped face. Her dark hair fell like waves of chocolate down her back, her skin sun kissed and freckled. It wasn't outstanding beauty that made her radiant, but the joy which she greeted every facet of life. The small segment ended with Nadia stepping forward, a rock clutched behind her back. I squeezed my eyes shut as the colors began to blur and sharpen. They flashed in front of my eyes, making my head ache. The memories and images felt worse than the falling