Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

After a few seconds, she nodded. “Yes, that’s her.” Then she chuckled lightly. “Goodness me. It’s been decades, yet she still looks just as young. All these rich people really need to share their secrets.” Mirena barely registered the comment. Her gaze dropped back to the image on her phone. Present-day Isabela looked older than the woman in the photograph. Comparing the two, Mirena guessed that the picture in Isabela’s office had been taken a year or two before the one of her birth.

Isabella stepped inside like a shadow given life. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. She wore only a tiny black silk robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. The moonlight caught the curves of her body as she let the robe slip from her shoulders and fall silently to the floor. She stood there completely naked. Her full heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath. Her nipples were already tight and begging. The smooth bare skin between her thighs glistened with wetness. My cock hardened instantly. Throbbing. Aching. Ready.

Because what truly caught his attention was the sight on the bed. There she was, lying on her side, completely naked, facing him. "Ready to paint me naked, Mr. Fisherman?" she said. All he could do was swallow hard as he stared at her gorgeous body. In that moment, he completely forgot about his exhaustion and the sleepiness he had felt just moments ago. A sly, sexy grin formed on his lips. "I have something else in mind, my mermaid..."

"How ridiculous. You say you love me while lying to me and continuing to cheat with her." He trembled and broke down crying. "I was wrong! I was really wrong! For the sake of all these years together, please forgive me just once." "I told you. I'm a purist when it comes to love. Once something's dirty, I'll never keep it." Theodore suddenly roared, "And what about you, Isabella? Are you so innocent? What about that male coworker who drove you home late last month?" I slapped him hard again. "People who are filthy see filth everywhere."

"Gerald! I am waiting tell me! Tell me the reason!" "Isabella, let's talk first. Pull yourself together, don't touch her!" Gerald, immediately rescued me in her touch but he wasn't able to get me! Of course it was written in that script! And before I knew, Gerald already used his force more and he was now able too pull me out. I inhaled deeply, damn! That was hard! We continued the set up until we heard the 'cut' line from the director, after which, we immediately fixed ourselves.

he asked her. "Ohhh, about it sir? What makes you thought about that sir Daven?" said Teresa laughing. "No! Nothing, I'm just curious about it," he said. "Back then sir, most of the people talked about that because it was said that there was a man who fell in love with a mermaid the sad thing was that the mermaid is a queen, so the mermaid was cursed to die and the man was just reported to have been taken by the ocean, that's the gossip i heard then sir when I just got here," Teresa told him.

I managed a small nod, throat tight. Valentina’s lips tilted higher. “And you must be Isabelle.” Her eyes raked over me slowly. “The new face of Banderas Étoile. Practically a celebrity in Madrid these days. Pleasure to finally meet you.” She extended a manicured hand. I shook it..her grip firm, almost challenging. “Nice to meet you too.” Uncle Carlos cleared his throat, slicing through the thickening air. “The food’s getting cold. Come, Valentina and join us.”

She’s only wearing a bathrobe and looking us up and down. Hakeem, who had been leaning against me, trying to go back to sleep, turns to face our mate. I feel his eyes widen and I understand why. Meredith slowly unties her robe and lets it fall from her shoulders. Underneath, she’s completely naked. The robe slowly falls to the floor, gliding over her curves, her full breasts, her hips, her legs. My eyes follow the path of the robe until it hits the floor before I look back at her face. Her irises have bled, making her eyes completely hazel.

The door was already open. The moment I stepped inside, I froze. Isabella was standing in the center of the room—completely naked.

"I want to live longer... " "I'm the famous star Isabelle.Do you think I will flinch just because it's cold? Look those ladies outside with bare backs, bare legs, and bare bellies. Have they said anything? I'm wearing a long dress today, which is already rather low-profile. If Arturo had not kept nagging upon my ears, I would have been dressed in less. My figure is a lot better than that of those people."