Juliana Nalu Nude Novels & Stories

"Tell me you didn't do this." Natalie’s smirk deepened. "Come on, bestie. I just gave everyone a preview. " Selena’s mouth fell open. "A preview? You posted my nudes online. Are you fucking crazy?" "Oh, stop acting so innocent," Natalie scoffed. The guys with her laughed, their eyes crawling over Selena’s body in her bikini, imagining what was under. "She’s not wrong, though…You do have nice breasts, Selena. A very nice tits. " one of them said with a grin, staring at her chest. "We could go to the back, and you can show me properly."

Her blouse was unbuttoned and Julia was fondling passionately with her boobs, bringing it out of its closet. Her skirt was drawn up to her ass. They were going to do it snappy on Julia's sofa when the President walked in. Even her panties were removed and thrown on the floor. The sight was too embarrassing. Xixi hid her face and buried it on Julia's chest. Her life has come to a ruin that day. The President has seen her nudity. She had messed up and she doesn't know where to put her face in the company in the future. Julia couldn't get up as well. The two people were stuck up together. Junxie Li is his elder brother but his anger, he can't withstand.

“I don’t fucking care! I just got here, you should be taking me sightseeing, on dates, anything… I don’t do well locked up, Rosa!” I groaned heavily. God take me. I’d forgotten how clingy and outgoing Juliana was. Back in Boston, she slept by day and lived by night. She’s an influencer and likes to do outdoor content. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right out!” “Open the door,” she retorted. “What?” “Open up, I’ve got so much to tell you… remember Kade? The paperboy…” Did she really want to get in here and gossip while I’m naked?

He knew exactly how to move to make her scream. "AAHHH! J-JULIAN!" Lila yelled, her voice echoing in the empty penthouse. "FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! DADDY, PLEASE!" Julian stood up, his face wet with her. He looked even more dangerous now. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her over to the long, black leather couch. He tossed her down onto the soft cushions and stood over her. He quickly stripped off his clothes. When he was naked, Lila could only stare. He was perfect. His body was hard and tan, and his cock was even bigger than she remembered. It was thick, red, and pulsing with every beat of his heart.

This entertainment news headline was already on the trending topics. After a period of silence, Roman, who was kicked out from the international fashion circle, rose again and set off huge waves in the entertainment circle that had been relatively calm recently. Roman not only exposed the chat records of him and Julie, but he also exposed Julie’s nudes. Those photos were taken in various positions, and Julie did not look like she was conscious when those photos were taken. Although the critical parts were all censored, Nicole could clearly identify the tattoo of the letter “Q” on Julie’s ankle.

Alina stood in front of him, pulse racing. “Strip,” he said. She obeyed. One button at a time, she undressed. Her coat slipped down her arms and pooled around her feet, then the lace, the heels until she stood completely bare. People began to notice. She could feel eyes on her as they watched. Julien leaned back, one arm resting over the chair, “Kneel.” Alina dropped to her knees, her skin hot with need Julien’s hand slid into her hair. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured.

“Stay there, naked. Legs open. Let her see what she’s walking into.” I leaned back on my elbows, thighs spread wide, cum still glistening on my inner thighs, pussy swollen and dripping. He opened the door. Lauren. Blonde hair, sundress clinging to her curves, nipples hard under the thin cotton, eyes wide behind sunglasses. She stepped inside without waiting, a bag slung over her shoulder. “Jules, I tried calling, power’s back, thought I’d surprise—” She stopped when she saw me. Naked. Spread on the counter like a feast, pussy glistening, tits heaving. Julian behind her, with the towel barely containing him, hand already sliding up her thigh under the dress, fingers finding no panties, just w

I could never outwit his shamelessness. However, as the saying went, "the best-laid plans often go awry". Cyrus had barely stepped into the bathroom to freshen up when a sudden, loud commotion was heard outside our bedroom. Shortly after, our bedroom door was violently kicked open. Someone came stumbling inside. It was Julian. He had fresh bruises on his face, and a line of blood seeped from his lip. He looked disheveled. "Serina." Julian's eyes were a bloodshot mess as he thrust his phone toward me. On the screen, the old video from the airport was playing.

I'm just glad Maria took Estella to the park just now because I wouldn't be able to go through with this if I knew there was anyone other that Tyberias that would see me like this. I finished my outfit with a cropped spaghetti strap top that only covered my bøøbs . TYBERIAS' POV I was sat on the couch flicking through Netflix when I saw Juliana walk up to me. I shamelessly gaped at her as I saw what she was wearing. She had such an amazing hourglass figure. The top she was wearing hugged her tïts snuggly, but was pretty low cut so she was still revealing some cleavage. Her shorts were cupping her àss perfectly. I was such a lucky motherfucker to have a girl like her.

Luca kept his head buried in his food, not making a peep. Cassandra was not having it. “Juliana, what are you doing in front of these ladies? Their husbands are right here.” I looked up, my voice icy. “She’s just one of the guys. She often sleeps right next to the men during assignments. Her words, not mine.” Juliana went white. Putting her arms in the air, she explained, “Mrs. Tutti, I’m not that kind of girl. It’s just my personality.” Cassandra smirked. “Oh? Have you slept in Carlo’s suite too?”