Kim Rhodes Nude Novels & Stories

She got up from squatting on the floor and turn to have her whole breath leaving her body. Strange man, all nude, not a stitch of cloth on sight and his body.... Jesus Christ, Rosa thought to herself, he was a work of art. His body looks like it was sculpted by the Gods. Every part of his body, his muscles was so pronounced and rock hard. No ounce of fat was present. His thick hair falls down his face and his eyes was staring deeply into hers.

She didn't resist. "Now, if I do this, you also don't care?" Rhonda said as she stretched Gina's arms above her head and lifted the t-shirt all the way to her friend's head, leaving it there to cover her face. "Uh-huh." This was one of the rare occasions that Rhonda saw her friend lay bare naked. A goddess she was! Taut and curvaceous, velvety skin, round firm breasts—creamy with jutting pinkish nipples. V-shaved pubic hair and legs so long and strong it reminded her of those of a fine horse's.

Cassandra The rope still vibrates in the air as I take it back, my fingers gripping it as if I were already holding her last breath. The night is vaster than ever. The moon glides through the clouds and casts an almost spectral pallor on Lyra's skin, a halo of wax on a figure that has lost its name. She is there, on her knees, her body swaying with the movements of the boat. Her hands are clasped, but it is no longer a posture of strength: it is a raft of trembling gestures. The water beats against the hull like a heart that does not want to stop.

When she pulled off with a pop, a string of spit connected them. “Come closer,” Lena said softly. “You can see better from the couch.” Kira moved on unsteady legs, perching on the edge of the couch just feet away. The scent of them—musky arousal and Keith’s clean sweat—made her dizzy. Keith pulled Lena up and untied her robe, letting it fall. Lena was gorgeous naked: full breasts with dark pink nipples, soft stomach, shaved pussy already slick. She straddled Keith on the couch, facing Kira, and sank down onto him inch by inch. Both women moaned at the same time—Lena from the stretch, Kira from the sight.

Rhodia is still with her wolf figure… her neck is pressed by Riri… making her unable to breathe normally. "Changed!" Riri orders, and at that time Rhodia turned into her human…without clothes. Her whole body is covered in blood. “Oi… Roker, Touf, Fifi… are you guys interested in this kind of girl? A woman who makes a man marry her just by force…look at her beautiful body… have you guys turned on? Or even disgusted?” Riri laughs. Several times Rhodia tried to get up…she did not accept this treatment. Humiliated in front of many people and naked.

We all called him ‘Hot Rod’ behind his back because, well, he was freaking hot. Rodney was a tall, black man in his mid twenties. He was an avid runner and swimmer and had the body to show for it. That is, if his pictures on social media were accurate. He never posted any pictures with women, or men for that matter. He kept his dating life pretty private.

This is not the first time I have seen him naked, in fact, I have seen more than that, but every time I look at his body, it is even better than the last time. My core pulsed as my eyes ate him up while Rhys entered the water and swam toward me, his big, powerful body slicing through the liquid blue as gracefully as a dolphin. “There. I’m in the pool.” He came up beside me, a lock of damp dark hair falling over his eye, and I resisted the urge to push it out of his face. “Happy?” “Yes. You should go shirtless more often.” Rhys’s eyebrows shot up, and my cheeks flamed before I quickly amended, “You seem more relaxed that way. You’re always so on edge in the

There is a black leather seating area and a king sized bed on a high platform, but other than that, it's sterile looking. He sits on the bed and just his chin to the right. “The bathroom is over there.” I nod and rush inside to get some water and come back. I falter when I find him unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing the hard ridges of his muscles before throwing his shirt aside. There's no doubt that Rhys's physique was sculpted by a god. He's not too bulky, nor too lean but he has a perfect eight pack and wife shoulders that fit his height.

He looks less frightening now. Fuck me, Rhett. There's a fully naked man in front of me with a dangling long cock. Damn, that must be around ten inches. Its colour is espresso, darker than the man's deep chocolate skin. Shit! He's really endowed. Why the fuck are these men mouthwatering?

She let the sentence hang, biting her lower lip. Ryder paused the game. His cock was already twitching in his sweatpants. "Uh, sure. Where do you want to do it?" "Right here is fine," she said, smiling as she untied the robe and let it slip down her arms, pooling at her feet. She stood completely naked in front of him. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a smooth shaved pussy, thick thighs, and that perfect juicy ass. She turned around slowly, giving him the full view, then lay face down on the wide couch.