Ingrid Rogers Nude Novels & Stories

The older man stopped sucking and stood up straight. Rihanna’s nipples stuck out further, Roger's spit shining bright as the light bounced off them. Rihanna looked him dead in the eyes. Roger said in a low voice, “Spread your legs for me, girl.” Perhaps it was the slightly threatening tone in Roger's deep voice, or perhaps it was the fact the she was still slightly taken by surprise, but Rihanna did as she was told. She spread her legs wide and raised her ass slightly off the chair, still in her work trousers. Roger began to trace his fingers down from her breasts, down her flat stomach, and stroked her pussy through her pants. He looked at her as she watched intently, and he started to play

Nyos greeted as he waved one of her hands slightly in greeting. "X2" Frey said as he only raised her right hand. The girl who had arrived was named Ingrid. She did not even dignify the greeting of Nyos and Frey, who were standing next to Zark and in her place, she walked directly towards him. Ingrid's body emitted an intriguing smell. “Didn't you take a bath? Because I'll tell you a secret ... "Nyos began" ... you stink. " And to finish off the sentence "It must be the smell of the undead, since the meat is rotten."

Our eyes met. She smiled and moved to the table, resting her pussy on the corner. I watched the wood press into her wet panties, the fabric not containing all the strands of her tawny pubic hair. "It worked," she said. "Roger started wrestling with me. We hadn't done that since we were little kids. Of course, it didn't take long until my top came off. Roger acted embarrassed, but I knew. He apologized, but I told him, 'If you wanted to see, you just have to ask. You've seen all of me, so it's no big deal.'"

under his breath which was loud enough for us to hear. And I saw Nina standing at the door with one hand holding the doorknob and a pastry box on the other hand with a horrified expression on her face saying ‘WTF is going on behind my back. Her eyes were moving from me to the shirtless devil. She cleared her throat “You shameless prick, can't you keep your hands away from her” she said in anger with wide eyes. I kept quiet. It was an awkward situation for me. “Shut up Rogers and don't teach me. I know where my hands belong” he said while eyeing me with a smirk. I gulped at his look and averted my eyes from him and his six-packs.

I tried my best to help myself out of that crazy situation but I didn't see myself coming out unharmed. Rogan was desperately trying to undress me. I didn't let him have peace as I kept on pushing and pulling him. He was getting tired as time went by. Rogan wanted to have me desperately. In anger, Rogan tore my robe. My front part would have been naked if not for the bra I had on. Seeing the progress which Rogan was making, I screamed louder. Rogan was happy and he kept on struggling to get me naked. I kept on pushing him harder as well.

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.

Her eyes held a lusty look. Ingrid took off her shirt, her breast pointing at me. "What are you doing? What's gotten over you?" "I want you so badly." Her hands went down to my zipper. She removed her shirt and went totally naked."Please let me feel you inside me tonight if you truly care about me."

The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon. Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right.

Licking his lips sensually as he gazed at the mark on her neck, with one more lick it was gone and so was the pain. "You f*cking monster! What did you do to me!" Ingrid lashed out heavily. She wanted to kick him in the gut. She had forgotten that she was naked. "I just pleased you. Don't act like you didn't enjoy" his smile was so pompous that Ingrid was about to jump on him when the door was pushed suddenly. And it was Paula. "Hey uncle, what are you doing here? Mama, why are you naked?" The little girl asked, making a pout. Ingrid felt so ashamed that she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

Rogers stood grinning as he turned a blood-soaked knife slowly in his hand. His eyes flicked between the blade and the broken young man tied to a chair in the center of the room. Myles was barely recognizable. His face was swollen, lips split, blood trickling from his nose, and his body trembling from days of pain and no rest. Flanking Mr. Rogers were four towering men. The kind who didn’t speak nor flinch at torture. They were the ones who did his dirtiest work, and they never failed. Few in the political and business work knew the real face of Mr. Rogers. The smiling philanthropist, the respected businessman, the hopeful politician was a facade.