Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

She loved kissing, groping, and sucking Rachel's big tits, but when Rachel tried to go down on her, Isabella gently put on the brakes. She was more than happy, though, to join my wife in worshipping my cock together — their tongues and lips working in perfect harmony. Before she left, I took some incredibly hot nude photos of her, including a few of her and Rachel posing naked side by side, their bodies pressed close. Rachel had shared stories from our decade of swinging, and Isabella confessed she dreamed of finding a man who would happily share her with other lovers.

Her naked body was perfect, full, heavy breasts and a smooth, already glistening pussy. “Fuck,” Ryan growled, holding her breasts roughly and pinching her nipples. “No underwear? You really were hoping for this, weren’t you, you filthy slut?” “Yes, sir,” Isabella gasped, arching into his touch. “I’ve been wet since you locked me in here.”

The morning light poured through the tall windows of the Moretti family’s private training room, illuminating the padded mats and mirrored walls. Isabella had brought me here after breakfast, dressed in nothing but the leather collar and a pair of black heels. My skin still carried the faint scent of last night’s use, and my body felt loose and sensitive, every nerve alive with anticipation. Isabella stood in the center of the room wearing a fitted black tank top and leggings that showed off her athletic figure. She held a thin riding crop in her hand, tapping it against her palm as she looked at me.

And that's exactly what I found. Before me stood Bethany, disheveled and flustered, her eyes widening in panic as our eyes locked. She frantically attempted to cover herself, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame. I've never seen my stepsister naked before. not intentionally against. The look on her face right now truly displayed how uncomfortable she was in this predicament. Beside her was Justin, wearing a mischievous grin that infuriated me to no end. An awkward silence enveloped the room as I stood there, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. Finally finding my voice, I managed to stammer out a question, my voice barely above a whisper.

She no longer looks away. The evidence piles up: emails, false ultrasounds, contradictory analyses. The pieces align. The case is opened. Cassandre is no longer a silent threat. She is a target of truth, of justice. And in Lyra’s eyes, for the first time in weeks, I no longer see terror. I see a woman standing. Standing, strong, pregnant and alive. And beside her, I stand there. Not to repair. To begin.

She ordered, but Asher didn't want to leave her like that. “Or would you rather watch as I finger myself?” He didn't make an attempt to move, and neither did he answer. Isabella marched to her bed and pulled out a dildo. She turned it on, sprawled on her back in the bed and parted her legs widely. Asher was surprised to see she didn't have a panty beneath her dress. She aligned the purple toy with her entrance, and he couldn't look any longer without doing something scandalous. He ripped the door open and took off like the hounds of hell were after him.

“I recognize her. Isn’t she the one who got the second female lead through shady rules and even made it onto the hot search?” “She’s such a loose woman, really disgusting!” “She must have used backdoor channels to get into the Knight Group’s training camp.” “I thought she looked familiar. She’s the woman who was rumored online to have been in a hotel with a dozen men. That’s her!” “Look at that, there are even pictures. Yes, it’s Isabella Rivera.” “Isabella, you’re truly the epitome of a slut!” One after another, vile and disgusting remarks were hurled at Isabella, and the faces of everyone watching her were twisted into grotesque sneers.

he said in a husky nervous voice, "I see you're ready for me." The sexy blonde was in the centre of a device strewn room. She was standing though not fully upright. Isabelle was on tip toes, eight inch heeled boots the black rubber up to her thighs. The boots were so tight they seemed to mould to her perfect calves; her ankles visible in the tight material her thighs gripped firmly by the boot tops.

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was halfway to the door, ready to chase after my mother and demand she tell me exactly what she planned to do to Vanessa, when the bathroom door opened behind me. I turned. Isabella stood there. Completely naked. Water still glistened on her skin from the shower, droplets sliding down between her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach, down her thighs. Her blonde hair was wet and tousled, falling over her shoulders in waves. Her lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.