Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

And there they saw how Elijah escorted Isabella who's really look stunning now wearing a white dress with gold details along the collar, her hair down and cascading down her shoulders beautifully. "Oh my god! Mr. Grayson with Ms. Flores, they're both really beautiful tonight," the female reporter said excitedly. The photographer immediately snapped the photo of her and her cameraman's flash bulbs. "Yes, they surely are. I wonder if they would mind if I take some photos of the both of them." The female reporter says and she approached both Elijah and Isabella. Nerissa's eyes narrowed at where Isabella is. Her blood's boiling, the veins popping up on her forehead.

My heart jumped when I saw Isabella’s name. I opened the messages. First came the pictures. Holy fuck. She was completely naked in her bathroom mirror. Her tits looked full and heavy, nipples hard and dark. Another one showed her ass pushed out, round and perfect. Then one with her legs spread, showing her smooth, wet pussy. My cock instantly started getting hard. I zoomed in on every picture, staring at her body like a man possessed. Then I opened the video.

It was something to think about. That got me on another track. Didn't Isabel say once that she had a sister? A decade younger? Fairer skin? I had to wonder what she liked. Isabel was not thinking about children, she was still dwelling on her grandmother's experience, putting herself in granny's place. "It would be so hot to be fucked like this in front of a camera and crew. To have and share the memory... I know people thought it was wrong then, but I bet that granny got turned on during the shoots... all those people around, watching her so completely exposed, showing it all, her body, her raw emotions, her uninhibited surrender, dripping after from several men, doing it all... she was the

As he disappeared into the bathroom, I pressed my palm to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. What was wrong with me? Rafael came out few minutes later and I went in, took a cold shower and changed into my bright blue bikini and wrapped a scarf around my waist. Grabbed my sunscreen and walked out, Rafael was wearing beach shorts, glasses and a Miami shirt “You're wearing that?“ He asked me I rolled my eyes “It's a beach Rafael” “I can see everything” he snapped “That's the point” “No way Isabella” He brought out a huge robe and gave it to me

So when news of their late-night meeting with Luke flooded the internet the next day, Isabella was caught completely off guard. The online articles about her secret relationship with Luke were vividly written, complete with pictures to back it up. Since they started shooting "Mermaid Princess," there were rumors about their ambiguous relationship. Later, they appeared together on a reality show, showing affection, heating things up. Even on yesterday's variety show, Luke was protective of his girlfriend throughout. After recording the show, they met secretly late at night and went to their love nest together.

I pushed it open. Isabella was waiting. She sat on the edge of her father’s massive mahogany desk wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and one of her father’s expensive suit jackets…unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal her perfect naked body underneath. Her full breasts were on full display, nipples hard. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder. The desk was covered with framed family photos, business awards, and a large nameplate that read “Richard Voss – Owner.” The taboo of it hit me like a drug.

Elijah's pov- Isabella's release from prison should have been a triumph, yet the paparazzi’s flashbulbs and cruel headlines — “Judas in Silk!” “IsabellaBetrayed”—pursued us across San Francisco’s streets, eyes haunted, chestnut hair in disarray from the madness. I’d had enough. “Out of here,” I whispered, my voice low and steady, my eyes clearing as I took her hand, but my resolve unyielding. I drove her to my secluded estate on the cliffs, a stronghold of glass and stone overlooking the Pacific, where the crash of the waves would drown out the noise of the world.

I’m babbling like an idiot. Isabella laughed. “I know what you mean, Zander. I’m nervous, too.” “Let me grab some,” Isabella said as she walked towards the ensuite. Thank you, God, for the delicious view of her ass as she walked towards the bathroom. I’m so hard, from seeing her naked, it’s almost painful. Isabella walks back, and my heart skipped several beats. Her wavy black hair partially covers her gorgeous tits. She looks like Eve in the Garden of Eden—my forbidden fruit.

I almost dropped my brush, and spoke with a mouth full of toothpaste, "You're joking." "No... I'm certainly not. He's naked, and he's jerking his big cock for me." she paused, biting her lip. "God... That thing is huge." The last words escaped her mouth with a huskiness. I looked on as she instinctively spread her legs, exposing her pussy just to him for the first Marcuse. I became impossibly excited, I had to have her that instant. "Alright Isabella, close the damn blinds!" I began removing my pants as I said it.

Then the next commercial hits and I’m right back down, choking on him, worshipping every inch while the laugh track plays in the background. The doorbell chimes. I’m bent over the kitchen island, Caleb’s cock buried balls-deep, when the sound cuts through the wet slap of skin on skin. He doesn’t stop. Just smirks, grips my hips harder, and slams in again. “That’ll be FedEx,” he growls against my ear. “Package for a very naughty girl.” I whimper, trying to push back. “Caleb, someone’s—” He pulls out suddenly, spins me, and marches me naked through the house to the massive floor-to-ceiling glass door that looks out over the backyard and the street beyond. Sunlight pours in, turning us both gol