Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

No one could gauge the extent of her current restraint, but the moment the banquet was over, an eruption was imminent. - Compared to everyone else with their hidden agendas, Isabella sat calmly in her wheelchair with her eyes covered by a white cloth. Her long hair made her look innocent and pitiable. She possessed an impressive demeanor, and she had a pristine appearance. It was no wonder when the photos of her terrible condition were exposed, the internet rallied against Natalie. It showed that sometimes people's values followed their judgment of looks. Isabella smiled and said in a soft and gentle voice, "Yuvan."

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.

My cock had been hard for hours just thinking about it. When I stepped into the gym and locked the door, Isabella was already waiting. She wore a short silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. The moment the lock clicked, she let the robe fall open, revealing her completely naked body underneath. Her full breasts, toned waist, and smooth, glistening pussy were on full display. “Lock it again,” she said softly, her voice already husky. “Tonight, there are no interruptions. No holding back.” I turned the lock and walked toward her. She met me halfway, pressing her bare body against mine. Her hard nipples brushed my chest as she kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine with slow hunger

"A year later… I found it. The footage he hid. I found him in the guest wing. In bed. With my aunt." "You were so eager to fuck her," Isabella spat the word. "that you didn't hear your own daughter dying down the hall." "That is a lie!" Mateo roared, standing up. He reached for the camera. "Turn it off! Turn it off now!" "I am not finished!" Isabella shouted, standing up to meet him. "Sit down, Mateo! I am not finished!" Mateo hesitated. He looked at the camera, realizing that millions of people were watching him attack his 'traumatized' wife. He sank back down, looking like a cornered rat.

And I don’t even know where she is. I clicked on the video. The screen lit up with her face. She was sitting in an open field, flowers stretching endlessly around her. The sunlight kissed her blonde skin softly, making her glow in a way that hurt to look at. Her hazel eyes carried golden hums under the light. God. She looked peaceful. Too peaceful. “Hi, I’m Isabelle Blake and I’m not missing.” Her voice was steady. Calm. Each word felt like a quiet blade sliding under my ribs.

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,

Quinn carried her back and changed her clothes. Isabella immediately looked inside her sleeping gown. There were no marks on her body. She breathed a sigh of relief. However, she still felt bad when she realized that Quinn saw her naked when she was unconscious. She buried her head in the bed and screamed, feeling awkward. "What's wrong?" Quinn's deep and sexy voice sounded. Isabella trembled in fear and felt worse. Isabella raised her head and looked over quietly. Quinn was sitting on the sofa in the corner across the room and looking at her with a document case in his hand.

She knows that right now is not the time to fuss with me, and she knows that I, now more than ever, just need the space to find myself and make peace with what is about to come. When I get in the room, she is not in bed, but I can hear the water of the shower running. I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower where Isabelle is standing in nothing but her black lace panties on, tying her hair back into a bun just as she is about to step in. So not waiting for one moment, I spin her around and press her into the glass, rubbing her tight ass into me. Then I spin her back around again. I step forward, pressing her body against the glass, pinning her hands over her head.

She’d drop to her knees, pull out his morning wood, and slobber all over his thick cock like a desperate whore gagging herself deep while her wedding ring glinted on her finger wrapped around his shaft. “Such a good stepmom,” Noah would groan, holding her raven hair and fucking her throat until tears ran down her cheeks. In the afternoons, they grew bolder. One day by the pool, Isabella wore the tiny red bikini again. Noah dragged her behind the cabana, bent her over, yanked the thong aside and pounded her dripping pussy in broad daylight while the gardener worked barely fifty yards away. Every hard thrust made her heavy tits bounce out of the top. She had to bite her own arm to stay quiet w

Isabella shook as the lady undressed her, fearing that if she defied her, it would cost her life, and she would never see her fated mate, Beta Tyde, again. She used one of her hands to hide her breast while the other hid her lady part as she now stood clothless. The lady smiled at her behaviour and then instructed her to get into the bathtub. Finishing her ablution, a white towel was held before Isabella, to get out of the bathtub. The lady wraps the towel around her wet body to dry herself. Isabella held the towel so it would not fall from her body. She was now saturated with the sweet citrus fragrance. "I can help myself," Isabella said as the lady was helping her into a rope.