Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind. Both women knelt naked on the cool marble, bodies already glistening with sweat and arousal. Isabela’s smooth, plump pussy was visibly swollen, her dark pink inner lips parted and shining, thick strands of clear slickness stretching from her clenching hole to the floor. Camila’s tighter young cunt dripped even more freely, her small clit peeking out, warm rivulets running down her trembling thighs and pooling beneath her. Rafael’s voice was low, dark, and commanding over the distant roar of Carnival.

The pack member ran into the room, gasping for air and staring blankly. "Hi Rhys! Hahahaha! You need to check something out. What does that look like? Call me Isabelle. My heart stopped. “It's Isabelle? Okay, now what?” I ran after Rhys, and Axel was right behind him. Rhys's face turned pale, and he checked me out with worry. Beyond the camp, things were a mess. A small group of fighters were talking quietly to each other in the woods. As Rhys pushed his way through the crowd, I followed closely, scared to death. The moment we reached the centre of the circle, I let out a gasp. Isabelle was stood at the edge of the bush. Her clothes were bloody and torn.

I didn't want to intrude on her private moment, but I had to make sure she was safe. As I entered the bathroom, I saw Isabella locked in a stall, her eyes closed in a moment of intimate pleasure. Isabella sat on the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her black lace thong exposed. She reached down and spread her lips open, revealing her firm and fleshy labia And she guided her large, purple silicone dildo inside herself, slowly starting to pump it in and out. Her breath grew heavier, her imagination ran wild as she fantasized about being fucked by a real man.

Isabella looked at Amber. “No, I can do this. I’m just nervous. What if I see one of them naked or something?” Isabella giggled. “Enjoy the free show.” “I guess so.”

she exclaimed bitterly. " Mrs Violet don't worry yourself, I will find it later when I search for it very well" I spoke those lies to her to cover Isabelle misdeeds. "Ok sir,I will be expecting it from yo,u" she responde,d and I cut the phone. Then Isabelle appeared in the living room smiling at me, she was almost half naked. Putting on a black tube that exposed most of her breasts and a bump short to match that showed most of her lap and thighs,I was seduced when I saw her.

Left the door open. Atlas hesitated. Then moved closer. Not entering. But watching from the doorway. The girl stood in the bathroom. Staring at the shower. "Undress," Isabella said. The girl pulled off the shirt Atlas had dressed her in last night. The pants. The underwear. Stood there. Naked. Scars visible in the fluorescent light. Isabella turned on the shower. Adjusted the temperature. "In." The girl stepped into the shower. Stood under the spray. Unmoving.

It’s hard not to grab her ass and squeeze. My mum hides a smile and she nudges her husband to let me be. They hurry out of the house while their assistants stride behind. A nasty smirk kisses my lips. I flip the small fancy card in admiration. It’s in shades of black for the hollow night and red for danger… a coded strip tease is written beneath. It’ll be as hot as my other night parties except that I have plans for every fucking lady… Especially Isla Campbell. Orange hair like a damn goddess, freckles of fire, her lips… Hmm.

"Rita! Rita! Please help me here!" "Yes madam", Rita rushed to her room when suddenly a man stopped her. "You can go now, Rita. I'll help her". Rita was surprised to see Carter but she obeyed his order. Carter started packing up for Isabella while she was still bathing. When Isabella walk out of the bathroom her wet hair was still dripping but her body was just covered with a towel and her figure can be seen through it. She was shocked when she saw Carter sitting on her bed. But she forgot that she just went out of the bathroom and still wearing anything under that towel and kept on talking with Cartner who seems to be very aroused by what he is seeing.

Taking a look he quickly passes it over to me. It’s a message along with photos. Opening the message I can’t help but stare. They were photos of Isabella, walking along in a beautiful black mini dress that clings to her like second skin. Looking ravishing. Taking my fill I move to pass the phone to the others. My blood boiling at what I saw from inside the pictures. For inside one of the pictures, those assholes stood super close to her just outside of a car. They were attaching a pair of handcuffs to her. The way they looked at her while doing it was like she was a prize to be won. Disgusting.

My heart jumped when I saw Isabella’s name. I opened the messages. First came the pictures. Holy fuck. She was completely naked in her bathroom mirror. Her tits looked full and heavy, nipples hard and dark. Another one showed her ass pushed out, round and perfect. Then one with her legs spread, showing her smooth, wet pussy. My cock instantly started getting hard. I zoomed in on every picture, staring at her body like a man possessed. Then I opened the video.