Irina Abraham Nude Novels & Stories

“No, nuh uh, not possible. I am not a killer, I failed at that with Vivian” "That's because you didn't have me" Ivan starts stirring and I quickly hide myself behind a tree, too many people had seen me naked, and I didn’t like it. He looks around “Irina?” I don’t answer “Irina, I know you are behind the tree, I can see your footprints” “I need clothes” I mutter to myself Peering out around the tree, Ivan removes his top, showing me his solid body. The top wasn’t much but at least it would cover parts of me, although it would do nothing about the cold. He throws it in my direction.

"You silly girl. You used to sell your body for money. Now, you used it again just to get hold of Ethan's wealth, right?" Aria didn't talk back and stood still like she was frozen. Sabrina and Gabriel were on their way to the kitchen as Janine smirks and shows them photos of Aria's nude body online. Her young and nude body online. Ethan, who seems to be awake, finds Aria shaking.

Is this beautiful, heart-fluttering young lady really a naughty, weak and stupid girl every day? “There are no ugly women, only unbeautiful women.” Rosa smiled proudly at her own masterpiece, while constantly using hairspray on Brawen's hair. Brawen was a bit dumbfounded: "It's really beautiful". “Is there more to say, Brawen? Even pure Irina might not be as good as you. Like this, there will definitely be a lot of people competing to dance with him. But wait, Brawen, are you going to keep that white bandage over your eyes forever? Doesn't look right, take it off.” Rosa lunged forward, reaching out her hand as if to yank the strip off Brawen's face.

The type i'm craving right now. The princess blushed at her audacity. He was really teaching her naughty! Forty five nerve wrecking seconds passed before her phone beeped again. Arian had sent a pic of him still in bed with the white duvet in a messy tangle around his torso, flaunting his darn-so-gorgeous shirtless body. His silky black hair was in wild curls and his foxy eyes looked seductive! He captioned it; #Looks better in reality. Arrogance! Natalia condemned but still gawked and flushed shamelessly. How did she find someone who's so perfect without trying??

Iris moaned while Stanley pleasured her with his fingers. “Let’s go on the bed.” “Good idea.” Iris was naked and moved to the bed. Stanley undressed himself. Iris was amazed by Stanley’s muscular body. His abdomen had a six pack and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body. His body was lean, and his penis was large. Iris felt giddy wondering how his enormous penis would fit inside of her small virginal hole. She’d act like she had sex and didn’t want to come off as inexperienced. She wanted to fake being a virgin. She didn’t want to share the news with Stanley.

Marissa POV “Why are you here?,” I asked Raina as soon as Alaric walked out of the door. “I am here to see you,” she said. I raised my eyebrows. “What is it?,” “I want your help to spread these pictures,” she said as she opened an envelope from her bag, she laid down the pictures. They look somehow familiar. “Are they real?,” “Yes, they are. She sells her nude pictures and sleeps with many men then takes their pictures to threaten them to give her money. I can tell you a secret, her partner who is her boyfriend knows about her shady business,” she paused.

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

look before taking on a few forks of the bean noodles. Irene walks into the dining with our juices. She pours a considerable amount into the glass for me and then Vera. “You know what…?” Vera suddenly pipes up. But she waits for Irene to leave before speaking. “You can’t keep pretending like you’re one hell of an innocent man.” She sneers. With a tilt of my right cheek, I shrug without a care. Silence. Then. “I never said I was innocent.” She chuckles. Meeting my gaze she gushes. “That’s right, you’re not innocent. That’s the reason you built a secret room behind my closet…just to always watch my nude. And see me masturbate.”

I toss it aside and slip off my underwear, watching as my wetness thins out in a form of a fragile creamy thread that links my cunt to my cotton panties, until it breaks and sticks to my thighs. “Fuck.” I let my underwear drop and I stand in the middle of my dirty, never-should-have-been studio, and in front of a portrait. It's a close-up shot that features only my faceless obsession, from the start of his collarbone, down to his torso, and stops an inch below his knee. He’s naked. Feral. Still, as if waiting for me to kneel. To submit. Erect veined cock, muscular limbs, muscles hard with years of discipline.

Looked up. "Do you want us to remove the rest?" She nodded. Quickly. Without words. Kuzey pulled the dress down. Torn fabric slid over her thighs. Fell to her feet. Irmak stood completely nude. Voluptuous body exposed to the firelight. Fair skin. Full breasts. Slim waist. Rounded hips. Triangle of golden hair between her legs. Moisture glistened on her inner thighs. Swollen clit visible. The twins watched her. Golden eyes hungry.