Irina Abraham Nude Novels & Stories

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

I’m naked under a fresh silk robe, heart hammering so hard I feel it in my throat. Kane is already there, wearing only a black robe that hangs open at the chest, showing off his sculpted body. Lena sits behind the main camera, legs crossed, looking far too excited. “Drop the robe, Aria,” Lena says calmly. “We’re starting from the beginning. And this time… I want to feel how much you want him, even if you hate admitting it.” I let the robe fall. I’m completely naked in front of both of them. My heavy tits are exposed, nipples already stiff with unwanted arousal. My shaved pussy is glistening — visibly wet. I can feel their eyes on me.

She smiled and closed her eyes and lost consciousness. Ivan released inside her and then pulled his manhood out of her honeypot with a satisfied smile. He looked up to see a fainted Amara. "Baby, If you were obedient- I wouldn't have to go to this limit. But I did not regret taking away your first time." Ivan supported his body with elbows and looked at Amara with a smile. His rough fingers traced on her face. Ivan then pecked on her forehead and left the half-naked Amara on the bed all alone.

ENYINNAYA A lot of questions run through my mind as I sit in my office, with my iPod in my ear, Omah Lay's Bad influence sounds directly into my ears, while I keep staring at the picture of the lady that is my screen saver; Iris Adelana. She is dressed in a white bum short and a bikini bra. Her long, full hair that is left unpacked forms an afro on her head, giving her diamond shaped face, a fullness. Her black skin glowed with the wetness of the beach water on her skin and, an added effect from the sun of that afternoon. Her long, legs ended in foots that were bare of any foot wear except the beach sand on which they stood. She exuded innocence, femininity and strength in one picture, she w

While other girls would have opened their eyes wide to enjoy my body, Irina did the opposite. “That’s so funny, you glared at me when I pointed a gun at your forehead. Now you’re closing your eyes when I have no weapon on me, except my dick,” I teased her. I could see Irina’s slender neck move, swallowing roughly. Her lips were ruby ​​red, her jawline small; this girl really reminded me of her. Damn it, I couldn’t control myself if I made Irina a shadow of my past. This was wrong. “I'm sorry, sir. I hope you don’t misunderstand. I dared to take off my clothes. I meant this boldness only to show you my professionalism at work, even though it goes against my habits,” she explained, still with

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

She asked, quite shocked, but she was into it. Irina pressed her arm against the mirror after I put her down, she instinctively spread and opened out her legs for me. She closed her eyes at the sensation curling on her spine as my hand moved from her abdomen to her bosom. Irina opened her eyes. Her lips were parted and breathy as she looked through the movement of my hand fondling and massaging her tits. Unable to tame her wild side, Irina desperately gnashed her hips to feel my hardness. Her hand caged my shaft and stroked it while I kneaded and squeezed her bouncing boobs.

They seemed to be in an intimidation chamber—with Moreau on her back, while rough fingers stripped the tight pants and underwear from her hips. She swallowed harshly as she turned half of her face back. Noting the way Abihirt hurriedly removed the waistband. The man didn't always want to be naked. Perhaps not here. Moreau knew that they just needed to vent the desire that almost exploded together. A primitive need that ran wild. Abihirt said nothing when the man entered her. It was rough enough. Hard enough that Moreau tried to hold on to something, though in the end she had to tighten her grip on the curved back of the sofa.

Her fingers were absolutely magical. Iris moved down to her legs, slowly massaging up her thighs. Sienna couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. She immediately turned scarlet with embarrassment. “It’s okay,” Iris quickly assured her. “It happens all the time. Some men even get boners. Massages are a very sensual thing. I mean you’re literally naked under here.” “Maybe you should get naked too.” Sienna blurted out. “Oh if only it wasn’t against code.” Iris laughed. “You have really soft skin, you know?”