Ira Dash Nude Novels & Stories

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.

“Promise us.” I’m in the same state of arousal, because there’s no way around it. Dasha is kneeling naked on the bed, eyes wide as silver dollars, her lower lip trembling. An insanely beautiful angel, covered in moonlight. My protective instincts are bashing against my insides, howling at me to comfort her. Lay her down and slide into her cunt real slow, fuck her with deep, long pumps until she starts to hiccup my name, while I whisper in her ear that I’m never leaving her. Not fucking ever.

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.

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.

My hot, needy voice cried out. And my gaze flicked to the large display screens...and my face fell. That was me. The screens were flooded with images of me. It was… My voice. My body. My... Nudity. I stepped backwards, limbs shaking, hoping the earth could open up and swallow me... Swallow my shame... Wipe out my existence because I couldn't take the shame. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched on. This was me, Vine Davis, last night in Drew's bed.

There were pictures upon pictures of nude girls in different positions and some even had bruises on their faces. Dad stopped when he scrolled again to see pictures of Katrina. She was naked and looked at the camera with fear in her eyes. 'What the hell is this?' Dad asked Asher. He was fuming already. 'You might want to check the videos,' Asher said as he slumped on the chair and rested his head on the back and closed his eyes. The Alpha stood from his seat and collected the phone from dad to scroll through the pictures again then moved to the videos. We all crowded behind the Alpha to see what was happening.

Woah, there's a lot of glares being thrown around here. "Oh lookieee, if it isn't the number one hussy of Greenwood High." Tasha says in a voice similar to Chelsea's. A few chuckles are heard from around us. Asher looks amused for a while before his eyes catch mine when I snort. "Iris?" And like a fool I wave meekly, sending him a small smile as I stand behind Tasha like a child. "Can you please tell your friend to stop with the drama and quit harassing me?" He frowns, looking at me like I hold the power to stop Tasha.

Ash wants it to last, but knowing he wants an excuse to go to the bar once she comes back out from the back again, he makes a more concerted effort to finish his drink. He didn’t want it to look too obvious what he was doing, so he took a minute or two by which time she’d reappeared. She’s now wearing a dark grey long-sleeved top, with some of the top buttons undone, showing off her impressive cleavage and making Ash have to catch himself before he starts drooling. She rolls up the sleeves as she approaches the bar, showing tattoos that swirl around her arms. He can’t tell from here what they’re supposed to be, but they look interesting from here.