Irina Abraham Nude Novels & Stories

So noisy that it caught not only my attention, but others too. I walked closer, standing a bit far off where i could get a better view of the action. Irina stood there, her red hair held in a high ponytail with a few strands covering her delicate features. She wore a long sleeveless white dress that clinched somewhat at the waist and a fur coat. Her skin was pale and she wasn't wearing any makeup, which made her look very delicate and easily pitiable. She had her hands around her belly, standing there with an aggrieved expression. Even i........was moved to pity her in such state.

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.

Well, today it would. The nude beach area wasn't that far away, and they got there after a short walk. They put down their blanket and settled in. Abigail lay on her stomach and asked Hayden to rub oil on her. The sun felt great on her nude body, and Hayden's hands sent tingles through her. "This feels nice," Abigail sighed. Even though there were people on the beach, she felt herself becoming turned on. When Hayden began to rub her inner thighs, she spread her legs to make it easier. Hayden's hand brushed against her folds.

Irina’s POV My life was so good, everything was going so right, until that unbearable Anabel decided to rebel and team up with Richard. Damn the day I decided to buy that house. That's when everything started going wrong. Now I'm here, in this trash can, after having prostituted myself, something I never thought I'd do. Oh, how I miss my hot tub and my imported creams! But one day I'll get my revenge, because I won't be locked up forever, and when I get out, Anabel, I'm going to destroy you.

Mark's inner thighs were soaked with her juices. Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her own daughter, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the abuse and humiliation. "Iris?" Elias asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."

“Jesus! What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” “Getting down to work, maybe. I’m keeping my end of the deal, Mr. Laurier.” Iris looked away while her trembling fingers went to her top. She started unbuttoning them in slow motion. She trained her mind to accept the worst punishment possible. The top came off her and pooled near her knees, with only an old, white, cheap bra covering her. She knew how unattractive she looked. Would Maddox cancel the agreement and stop helping them?

“And then you were swimming in your underwear. Did you even apply sunscreen?” “God, Spade. It’s not the 1950s. People swim naked. They dress in see-throughs with their nipples and asses out. And this is my body, my choice.” “Okay.” Piper raised her hands. “I think it’s my cue.” She got up and left the breakfast table. “Or you’re scared that if someone posts my naked picture online, it will reflect on your billionaire clean rep, or you being a Kross.” I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t argue with an angry woman. Not Robyn. She was a piece of work when she was pissed.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

“You’re right. The gown… it reminds me of weakness.” “I’ll step outside,” I offered, already turning away, but Sadira caught my arm. “No,” she shook her head. “Stay. There’s nothing I need to hide from you. Abigail, will you help me?” Abigail nodded. As Sadira slipped out of the gown and stood naked in the center of the room, clothed only in her pride and the faint glow beneath her skin, I did not look away. I saw the old scars on her back and arms, the map of her past. But I also saw the smooth new skin over her chest and the power that straightened her spine.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.