Ira Dash Nude Novels & Stories

Olivia stood before him in just her bra and pants, her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Asher’s eyes darkened even further as he took in the sight of Olivia’s almost naked body. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Olivia’s breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and sensitive. Asher couldn’t resist, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.

Ash went out to let her change, he went to talk to his wife. "What the hell is your problem?" he asked. "Problem? I have no problem." she said. Ash massages his head. "What did you do to her? Did I tell you to be polite to her?" he asked. Ivanna scoffed. "What about her? Did you ask her to be polite with me?!" she asked. Ash went mute. "What do you mean?" he asked. Ivanna almost talks when Rhea talks behind them, she is wearing an oversized t-shirt and jogging pants of Ash making her like a clown. Rhea's expression was sad, she didn't like what she was wearing.

“Nicholas, no…” “Come on, Dasha,” I say, a breath away from her mouth. “I’ve got pre-come dripping out of me, baby girl. I’m in hell. Just give me a peek of that tight slit. Need to imagine the wet lips of your untrained pussy stretching to take me. You want to show me that, don’t you?” “Y-yes.” She’s panting by the time I’m finished speaking, her fingers curled in the hem of her shirt. “You promise not to touch?”

Her phone was also covering her face, but I could see her naked curves. Iris: Showering without you was boring. I was looking forward to some action, but I had to make do with a showerhead. Which is not very nice. I thought of a nice way to get revenge, and this is it. I hope this sexy image of mine haunts your entire day. I hope you have a raging hardon that can not be quelled. Yours forever, Iris. Xoxo. God, this woman! This fucking goddess of a woman. I got out of bed, quickly undressed, and took a full picture of my naked self sticking my tongue out, with my beautiful cock standing upright and without covering my face.

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

My hands are starting to sweat and Dash brings them to his lips as he places small kisses on the palms of each of my hands. “I want everyone here to see you the same way I do, to see how beautifully perfect you are, I saw how turned on you were against the window, with the idea of people watching you get fucked,” Dash tells me and he is right. As soon as his words left his mouth, the small device inside my pussy starts to vibrate and I let out a small squeal as I close my legs pressing my thighs together.

DARIUS’S POV I watched Iris from the doorway of the bedroom. She was wrapped in one of my white dress shirts, the hem hitting her mid-thigh, her damp hair clinging to the curve of her neck. She had the vault map spread out on the mahogany desk, a laptop humming beside it, but her eyes were distant. She looked like a queen planning a coup, and a part of me—the part that still felt the raw, jagged edge of the serum—wanted to pull her back into the sheets and forget the world existed.

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.