Irina Abraham Nude の小説・ストーリー

Irina throws her lean hands over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. She is coated in glitter as if they had been frolicking around in it all night long. Her nipples are hard, pointy. Her shirt hangs just above her ass, exposing her red panties. She is literally perfect. Physically. I spend a few minutes trying to find some flaws or an atom of imperfection in her appearance: dry skin, black spots on her face, extra fat on her thighs, but there’s literally nothing. Every inch of her body is perfectly crafted for men’s appreciation and women’s jealousy.

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.”

"Horrible heat's started up again." Irina was a pretty woman, probably in her late twenties with a slim, brown face and a long, graceful frame. Her caramel-brown curls were done in a half-braid of corn rows to the middle of her head and left to hang freely the rest of the way down. Multiple rhinestone studs adorned each curve of her ears. "Hello." Irina smiled and stretched her hand. "I'm Irina " Everest took the hand and returned the smile. "I'm Everest. It's nice to meet you."

Levering her lingerie to her abdomen with my hand, Irina twined her legs around my neck. “You're learning, aren't you?” I asked the woman in her naked glory. She gripped her lower lip with her teeth and carefully eyed me as I moistened her damp flesh. “O-Ooh Ohh! Suck it, please. Bite it, Hubby.” My eyes fluttered open at her endearment, yet my mouth continued to flap her pussy. Irina arched her back. She looked fragile under me, and I enjoyed seeing her helplessly writhe on my bed while she allowed me to control her body.

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?”

“I’m lonely. And I wish I was his girlfriend too. Can you be both our sugar daddies, Hank?” He pulled out of Penelope’s ass with a wet pop, cock glistening. “Let’s find out. Hands against the wall.” Irina obeyed instantly. She stood, turned, braced both palms on the bedroom wall, and arched her back hard—ass thrust out, robe riding up to expose the full, round globes. Hank stepped behind her, crouched, and buried his face between those massive cheeks.

I stepped back, putting space between us, then reached behind my neck and yanked the ties of the hospital gown loose. The thin fabric slid down my arms and pooled at my feet. I kicked it aside. Naked. Completely exposed under the harsh fluorescent light. Zeden’s gaze devoured me in one long, hungry sweep, from my tangled hair down to my bare toes. His throat worked visibly, jaw clenching so tight I saw the muscle jump. I didn’t let him speak. “Look.” I lifted my arms slowly, turning so he could see every mark Irina had left. “This is what your psycho ex did while I was out there because of you.”

Huh, I hope his intentions are sincere. *** A man sits on a chair in an inn room. He was facing the table with the laptop on it. On the laptop monitor, there is a photo of a woman with thick, shaggy black hair. The woman's body was not very tall, but it matched her perfect body shape and charming oval face. That woman has mastered Abraham's heart. "I hope you like the apple I sent earlier, Mera. Actually I really want to see you enjoying the apple voraciously, as I have often seen before." Abraham thought.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."