Iniko Nude Novels & Stories

He squeezed her buttocks as he steadily pumped his rod inside her juicy wet cunt. She was so wet for him, and willing. Inigo had come up here to just help her wash but when he saw her naked in the shower, looking so damn delectable, he just couldn't help himself. He wanted to make sure she understood who he was to her, and by the way her eyes kept rolling back in her head as he gave her precise long strokes, he knew she was coming to some sort of understanding about him. He wanted to bury his cock inside of her and explode, but he wasn't sure if she was on birth control. He wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was.

he said. So Sora sung another song in english and Niko liked it. "Your song is as beautiful as you," he complimented Sora. "You", Niko gunpointed Pinya. "You seem sexy. Take off your clothes," he ordered next. Pinya was disgusted. "No!" She refused. "No?" Niko was angered since the lady refused to take his order. Niko immediately shot Pinya on her forehead. Both Ayale and Sora cried while they hug their sister. "Pinya!!!" They both cried.

she said, her smile broadening as she stood behind Nina, kissed her neck, and slowly slid Nina's zipper down, letting the short silk dress fall to the floor. Nina was completely naked underneath. Such an attractive, tight size-ten body. Her small breasts had surprisingly large nipples – I literally couldn't wait to lick and suck them – and just a delicate sliver of hair on each side of her inner labia. "I am bisexual, and I want to pleasure and be pleasured by three people," Nina whispered, her eyes dancing.

Nina was standing right in front of him who was casually sitting on the couch bare-chested and holding a glass of wine in his hand. Nina began to remove one by one the clothes that stuck to her body until she was completely naked. Aiden's eyes barely blinked, he felt so enchanted. "Do whatever you want to do, Master. From tonight I'm yours!" She said. Aiden smiled, he felt he had remembered this scene before.

Just that low and certain voice, and it undid me in many ways. He laid me back and his hands moved over me like he was relearning something he already knew by heart. I arched into him. I couldn't help it. He had this way of touching me that made restraint feel genuinely impossible. Slowly, and without restraint, Niko unhooked my pants, revealing my bare skin. He in turn, undid his. Now, we were both naked. His eyes trailed my body slowly, taking in every angle. He bent down, kissing my feet, going up, placing kisses on legs, until he was in between my thighs. He breathed in my coochies scent.

~ELENA~ Nico is so in groove after his release that he looks dizzy as he pulls out and stares at the mess he has left behind. Riccardo's cock is still inside me. What a fucking view!! I push down so he can see the cum dribbling, and feel the horny slop of more when Riccardo's cock pulls free. I let it drip onto my tongue, then suck it all off, murmuring, “Nice work, guys.”

Nicole stood there, frozen in shock, eyes wide as she took in the scene: me completely naked, legs spread wide, tits bouncing and squirting all over Tristan’s cock while screaming his name. shit-

"Is that a nude?" Lucas’s voice cut through the late morning stillness like a blade. Nico flinched. The phone in his hand trembled slightly as he stared at the message on the screen. A shirtless photo from some random guy on I*******m, accompanied by a cheeky caption: *"Bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you moan like I could." Lucas had come up behind him too fast..too quietly. And now, silence stretched between them like a noose tightening.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.