Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

"I hate people who look like me!" After she had ruined my face, Isabella dumped me into the trunk of her car and brought me to an abandoned warehouse. She dragged me out of the car, and two drunken vagrants leered at me, their gaze fixed on the curve of my breasts peeking out from my top. Isabella fished out a couple of banknotes and threw them at the vagrants. "Rough her up!" Upon hearing this, the two vagrants, both decorated in disgusting sores, staggered toward me. The smell of waste on them alone was enough to make me retch.

He gave another as she dropped her bra to the floor. As soon as she was down to her black lace boy short panties, Reese stood up and moved to stand in front of her. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?” “Yes, Sir.” “What do you say if you want to stop?” “Mermaid, Sir.” “Good girl.’ He smiled. “When we do rope play, you’ll present yourself like this.” Kneeling, Reese removed her panties and then stood back up. “Put your feet about shoulder width apart and your arms behind your back, straight down behind your ass. I want you to clasp your hands behind your back, just like you would for prayer.”

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

Isabella looked at Amber. “No, I can do this. I’m just nervous. What if I see one of them naked or something?” Isabella giggled. “Enjoy the free show.” “I guess so.”

— Elsewhere in the city, Tania strolled into a quiet café where Isabela already sat, sipping something iced and bitter. They didn’t greet each other like allies. More like reflections in a mirror. “You know,” Tania said, sliding into the chair across from her, “it’s usually the scorned woman who sends the scandal to the press. You’ve got an edge to you.” Isabela smiled. “I’m just here to remind the world that some ghosts still haunt the living.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver USB. Pushed it across the table. Tania raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

Her upper body was naked and Leo noticed how her white skin was getting pink with her embarrassment. “I want to taste you,” Leo said, making her look at him confusedly with her droopy eyes. But she didn’t need to know as her confusion get cleared when Leo move down sniff on her panties and lick over there. “No, don’t.” Isabella cried embarrassed but her cry only turned into a gasp and then moan when Leo snap her panties and pull them away from her and licked her naked sex hungrily. Her eyes rolled back and she bend on the bed to contain the pleasure.

She lived a fairytale in his arms, and behind her closed eyes, she was a princess and he was her prince charming. Leonardo kissed her again like he could never get tired. But this time, his hands began to wander, trailing from her hips to the line across her glistening shoulders. She pulled apart her dress and watched it fall around her ankles. Isabella stood naked before the billionaire but she could never be ashamed. This wasn’t the first time, and they both knew.

She had never felt so alive. Stepping in front of him, Isla met his eyes. Heat flickered there, mirroring her own. Slowly, she peeled off her tank top. The cool air kissed her bare skin, making her nipples harden. Gabriel's breath hitched. His gaze roamed over her curves, hungry and intense. She hooked her fingers into her panties next and slid them down her legs. They pooled at her feet on the carpet. Now she stood naked before him, her body open and ready. Gabriel gulped hard. His throat bobbed visibly, a clear sign of his arousal. His eyes darkened with raw want. He shifted in the chair, the towel around his waist straining. Isla's core tightened at the sight. She loved how she affected h

"Good point. Did you ever land up doing that nude photoshoot for Hamilton?" "Urgh, that creep! Basically what happened is he wanted me to do these extremely sexual poses and he didn't even try to hide the massive boner he had. I just felt uncomfortable so I left before I could regret anything." She explained and slipped out of her dress. "I mean I'm super confident about my body but being drooled over by an old guy? I'm good thanks." "Clearly confident." I laughed. Isla stood before me completely naked and wiped off her excessive makeup in the mirror.

Their arms were all over each other, and Chris lifted Isabella up, stark naked, and laid her on the bed with him on top. Isabella bit her lower lip and said, her eyes almost wide with desire, "Babe, I’m wet. I need you inside me right now!"