Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

It was something to think about. That got me on another track. Didn't Isabel say once that she had a sister? A decade younger? Fairer skin? I had to wonder what she liked. Isabel was not thinking about children, she was still dwelling on her grandmother's experience, putting herself in granny's place. "It would be so hot to be fucked like this in front of a camera and crew. To have and share the memory... I know people thought it was wrong then, but I bet that granny got turned on during the shoots... all those people around, watching her so completely exposed, showing it all, her body, her raw emotions, her uninhibited surrender, dripping after from several men, doing it all... she was the

None of them heard it because of the music playing. A few minutes later, the front door opened. Isabelle stepped inside and froze. She saw everything: her husband on the chair, her younger sister riding him, and the young maid sitting on his face, all three of them naked and lost in pleasure. Isabelle’s eyes widened in shock. She screamed at the top of her voice: “JAMESSSSS…!” THE END

“Take the gown off.” Isabella shimmied, the gown falling in a pool around her legs. She stepped out of it and kicked it away, standing in just her underwear. “That too.” She gets rid of them quickly, throwing them to a corner in the office. She doesn't wait for me, sitting back on the desk and then she spread her legs open, showing me her cunt. I make a needy noise, my cock weeping as I bent to look at her. “Fuck me princess,” I said.

Like I was the one interrupting something important. I looked pass him at the lady he was in bed with. My baby sister, twenty two year old Isabelle with her perfect blonde hair and perfect body, didn’t even bother to cover herself. She sat up slowly, deliberately, letting the sheet fall away from her bare breasts. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. That smile destroyed something in me. “You’re home early,” Marcus said, climbing off Isabelle, with the casual indifference of someone who’d been caught eating the last slice of cake, not destroying his marriage.

Isabella stepped inside like a shadow given life. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. She wore only a tiny black silk robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. The moonlight caught the curves of her body as she let the robe slip from her shoulders and fall silently to the floor. She stood there completely naked. Her full heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath. Her nipples were already tight and begging. The smooth bare skin between her thighs glistened with wetness. My cock hardened instantly. Throbbing. Aching. Ready.

Isabella talked to herself and expressed her thoughts, which she didn't follow. A few minutes later she went outside naked because she had showered on her clothes, and there was no bathrobe in the bathroom. And the towel she used was thrown into the basket inside the bathroom. When her eyes fell on the t-shirt and shorts which Alexander offered her. Her thoughts contemplated whether should wear it or not. Also, she couldn't sleep naked. It was uncomfortable. At least she would prefer a bra and panty. There was none, so she wore his t-shirt and shorts for tonight.

"Isabelle is not pregnant. Because, I'm the one who's pregnant here." And everyone in this room except me, gasped in surprise at Estella's sudden remark. Arthur almost dropped the elephant ivory bone cigarette between his fingers, William glared with both eyes bulging in shock. Matthias, however, was the most shocked of all. As soon as the word 'pregnant' escaped from her lips, he immediately shot up from his seat like a man who had just been struck by lightning. "You're pregnant?" William spoke first, breaking the silence in the room. "As if. Celine told me you had problems with your uterus and eggs. Also, Matthias, he is an infertile Alpha here."

My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs. “A- Alpha Arthur.” He starts stuttering as I approach him, but a punch to the nose sends him staggering back, blood already matting his lips like a thick coat. “You have less than 3 seconds to get out of my sight or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.” Before I could finish, he grabbed his clothes and dashed out of the room. My eyes langly fell on the naked woman on the bed, taking in how sexy she looked. She was small, but her curves were one that belonged to a fully grown woman.

I wanted him so bad. IBut then, as I got closer to the office, I heard sounds. I couldn't place the sounds; the door was closed, so the sound were to low to place, but when I got closer, I saw it all through the glass door. A mix of two different shades of black hair. Isis was naked, save for her heels, just like the one I wore, she was against the wall as Damen fucked her raw. Her mouth parted open as he pushed into her. Rough, just the way he likes to have sex.

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.