Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

Isabella clapped and cheered for him while he had a satisfied smile on his face. Washing her hair turned out to be a chore for Isabella since there were no combs or even soap and it was already tangled. She let it fall on her back as it was dripping wet before taking off her bra and panties to wash her body. When she was done, Angelo who was now roasting the fishes, kept staring at Isabella as she walked naked to the rocks and put on her torn red gown. When Angelo took his eyes away from her body, the fishes were already burnt and he cursed out loud as he struggled to get them out of the fire.

It looked like she exercised regularly. Sebastian exhaled. Face as red as a tomato, Isabel squeaked, "What is it?" "It's nothing. With your body, Ms. Jimenez, you'll be the perfect human body specimen," Sebastian remarked teasingly. Instantly, Isabel's expression darkened. Her anger replaced her nervousness. Cursing to herself, she wondered if Sebastian was straight. Even though she was lying naked in front of him, he simply said she would be the perfect human body specimen!

Afterward, she left the kitchen and returned to the room where Elise was. Mercedes sauntered to the bed and lay behind Elise. She took her hand to Elise's hair again and stroked it gently. She moved her hand from there to Elise's bare arm, and then her hip. "You've got nice curves," Mercedes said, staring leeringly at her body. "Every part of you is so beautiful, I can't wait to see all of you. Well, I've seen some of your nudes in those magazines, but I want to feel every part of you,"

I’d already seen her naked, so this sight shouldn’t impress me, but once her jeans and panties were off, my cock became a little happier. I wanted to jerk off and stare at her. She lay on my bed, her head against the pillow and her knees together. I pushed my boxers to my ankles and kicked them away before I climbed on the bed and moved on top of her. The mattress sank under my weight, making Isabella dip slightly underneath me. With a flat tummy, small and perky tits, and the most beautiful skin, she was exceptional.

Why didn’t you ever tell me? — I opened the doors of this house thinking we would share it with my sister... and she does this to me! — I offered her my sincere affection, I left her alone with you for just a few minutes. And she... she offers herself to you as a woman! Trying to sleep with you right under my nose! Isabela’s tears finally burst, not from weakness, but from rage. Her face was a map of burning cracks, her cheeks blazing like embers, destroying everything in their path.

I remember running out of his room, bouncing my breasts and ass along while he just stood and watched. ‘What if he has cameras all over his house? I bet he has seen your nakedness from all angles… Argh!’ I stamp my feet and puff out cool air. “Don't think about it, Isla.” I cautioned myself. “Think about it this way… You gave him something to talk about.” Slowly, the red spots fade off, leaving just my freckles. I find the courage to look back at my naked reflection in the mirror. My breasts are fuller, and my hourglass shape is well defined.

Leticia doesn't say a thing as she picks up the sheet from the floor and leaves the room, but not before passing me a hardened glare. Left alone with Isadora, I suddenly feel self-conscious. I’m standing naked before her, while she’s fully clothed. But the shame I might have felt before is gone. I’ve lived a week completely nude under the watchful eyes of palace guards, and I’ve been paraded in front of the council and dignitaries from the Kingdom of Nyxara. This is nothing compared to that. “I’m sorry about Leticia. She’s always been hot-headed,” Isadora says, breaking the silence.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

“Get naked.” Her breath had hitched. Is this real? This was a fantasy, one she’d privately indulged in a hundred times. But fantasy was safe. This was three sets of intense, famous eyes waiting for her to obey. A tremor of nervousness shot through her, but it was utterly consumed by a wave of white-hot desire. They want me. They actually want me. With shaking fingers, she’d complied, peeling off her clothes until she stood bare before them, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin.