Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

"We'll see whether you still have the guts to covet him after your nude photos go viral online." Isabelle then stood up and raised her phone in the air, her face turning grim and fierce. "Alright, now off with her clothes!" The men around her immediately turned their grimy claws on me, doing their best to tear my clothes off. "Damn, she looks fine as hell." "You can do whatever you guys want with her once you've gotten her clothes off!" I was shrouded in fear. I clutched the edges of my collar while shaking hard as tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes.

Isabelle snapped her hips forward, grinding directly on Christian's cock. "Fuck Belle, grind on me babe." He urged, twisting her buds in time with her thrusts. Isabelle ignored his directives and got off his lap, then pushed the table slightly to give them space. "Belle." He raised his eyebrows, but the woman instead hooked her fingers on the waist bands of his sweats. He didn't need to be told twice; he lifted his ass slightly to allow Isabelle to push the pants, down his waist. "You naughty man." Isabelle licked her lips when she found him nude underneath his sweats. She pushed the pants just enough to free his hard length. She stroked him from the base to the tip, lifting her eyes to gaug

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?!

Yes, Marissa had always been difficult, and she blamed her for being barren; she had never been so harsh. She opened the envelope with shaky hands and took out some photographs. Her mouth fell open and eyes grew wide as she looked at the different pictures. “What is this?” She shrieked, her eyes staring from the photos to Marissa’s face and back. “There's no need to keep up the act anymore; your game is up now. The evidence of your shamelessness and your whoring ways is all in your hands.” “But this isn't… I didn't… I don't…” Isabella stammered, lost for words. She had no idea what these photos were and when they had been taken.

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

Her full breasts scraped against the cool wood, nipples painfully hard and sensitive. Suddenly, the heavy cellar door creaked open. Camille Moreau, Isabella’s elegant 46-year-old mother, stepped inside. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of her daughter being brutally fucked on the tasting table — Isabella’s body jolting violently with every savage thrust, loud wet squelching sounds echoing, her screams mixing agony and ecstasy. Sweat glistened on Isabella’s skin, making her body shine under the dim light. Camille froze. Then her cheeks flushed deep crimson. Her breathing grew heavy and ragged as she watched the sheer brutality — the way Thabo’s massive cock was destroying her daughter,

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.