Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

With enough courage that she could use to vanquish the empty feeling in her, Isabelle lifted the central cushion. She paused, staring at the photographs that were looking back at her. With her hands shaking and her fingers feeling numb, she picked them up. One by one, Isabelle looked at her nude body on top of Sam's. No matter how much her insides burned to a point of feeling raw, she knew she had to get to the bottom of the issue. All the photographs were similar, except one where her eyes were wide open and her hand was right on Sam's throat. She leaned on the corner of the Sofa and dropped the images on her lap.

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.

I didn't want the hideous scene that was etched in my heart like a fire iron to be repeated. Last week, after the first knock on the door, and when he didn't answer me, I thought he had left the ward, so I let myself in. My body hardened from the horror of what my eyes fell on, and my heart broke into shrapnel when I found him completely naked and having sex with a girl on his bed. My feet did not obey me to walk away, and my mind refused to acknowledge the horrific truth that I was standing feet away watching my mate have sex with another. What torment is this?!

"Look! This is your so-called innocent, pure woman who's never been with a man!" Damien's eyes widen as he stares down at the floor. Images of Celia tangled intimately with various prominent figures assault his vision. Politicians, business leaders, even some of his own pack members. The explicitness is so extreme it's even more obscene than my hundred-plus videos. "This is..." Damien's voice cracks. He can't finish the sentence. His hands shake as he picks up photo after photo. Each one shows Celia in compromising positions with different men. "Did Aria give these to you?" he jerks his head up, desperation creeping into his voice. "Don't let her fool you! She could have faked these!"

"Sounds great, Megan. See ya then." The brief conversation had been time enough for Candy to snap a picture and send it my way. It was Isa, shirtless, glaring in frustration at the camera, which was zoomed in enough to show a mesh of off-white flecks clinging to bare boobs. She's so fucking embarrassed - you have no idea OMG

Isabelle bowed her head slightly and looked up. " I'm Isabelle Rivers and today I'll be addressing the issue about my marriage to Liam Anderson while in an ongoing marriage with another man." She said slowly. Then the questions started. " Miss Isabelle, first question. Are the allegations true? " A reporter asked and everyone went silent, waiting for her response. Isabelle nodded slowly. " The allegations are true." Murmurs erupted from the audience. " So, you're saying that the wedding picture with a man that is not Liam Anderson that was shown in the video is not fabricated? "

He had hoped the atmosphere would help him forget, but it only made things worse. A woman named Isabella approached him, her dark eyes filled with mischief. She was a model, with curves that could stop traffic and a confidence that was impossible to ignore. “Julian Mathers,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “I’ve heard so much about you.” Julian smirked, though his heart wasn’t in it. “All good things, I hope.” Isabella laughed, a sound that was both alluring and empty. “Of course. But I’d rather find out for myself.”

she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “ why did you change what you wanted to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing, argh.” “Well that’s not the case , Isla has an OnlyFans. She masturbates with sex toys online and she has 25 million subscribers,” she said flatly. I was stunned. “She was even live yesterday.” “Damn, that’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “I know, right. I even screen-recorded it. I’d humiliate her just the way she humiliated me,” Maya said, her jaw clenching.

Millie didn't respond, pretending that she was offline. She was Mrs. Atkinson herself, so technically, she could see Mrs. Atkinson every time she looked in the mirror. She was caught off guard when Isabella sent her a private message. "I have some sexy photos of Mr. Atkinson. Are you interested? You can have them for a thousand dollars." Millie felt her temples throbbing. Isabella's sources of income varied too much! "Thanks, but I'm not that sort of woman." In the next second, Isabella sent Millie a photo of Pierce with his abs exposed. There was glistening sweat on his full abs, and he was a little more tanned than he currently was. It was a nice tan, and he looked especially nice and heal

So she cleared her throat and looked elsewhere. "Umm... I know a way but you might not agree with it." Chris muttered. Isabelle turned her head to him wide-eyed to see he was looking down at her chest. Her chest indeed looked inviting since it left enough breast out of the brassiere. She immediately cleared her throat loudly making Chris break his gaze away blushing in embarrassment. She would laugh at his pink face if the matter didn't concern her. But it did! "What's the way?" She asked. "We strip," Chris replied shrugging.