Lavender Mulder Nude Novels & Stories

That agony that once tore me apart was stripped away and reshaped, stroke by stroke, until it became the silent works hanging on the walls. Renee sent me a text. "Congratulations to our great artist! Have a few extra glasses for me!" Just after I replied to her, a familiar figure that appeared at the entrance instantly drew everyone's gaze. It was Landon. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dray grey trench coat, he moved through the crowd straight toward me, carrying a bouquet of irises. "I hope you don't mind me showing up uninvited, Ms. Holden," he said, handing me the flowers. Mom and Dad were visibly curious.

She was a drooling, sobbing, twitching mess — mascara ruined, belly swollen, holes gaping and leaking. “Beg for their cum,” Damien ordered, holding her hair while Marcus pounded her from behind. “Please… please cum on me,” Raven sobbed brokenly. “I’m just a worthless shared whore… Cover your pregnant stepsister… use me…” Marcus pulled out and exploded across her face and tits, thick ropes of hot cum painting her skin. Damien followed, pumping the last of his load deep into her ass before pulling out and adding to the mess on her body. Lana was made to lick most of it off Raven’s tits and feed it to her in messy, cum-filled kisses.

The picture was a close-up of a Black woman whose lips were quirked in an almost-smile which only called more attention to her aesthetically-pleasing asymmetrical features, further emphasized by almond-shaped russet-colored eyes that reminded Camille of autumn. She had one of those unconventionally pretty faces which happened to be impossible to look away from, and could’ve passed for a Modigliani painting or runway model. “Christ, she’s a ten,” Camille said again, looking up at Tavie who grinned at her. “Who’s the lesbian here?” “I would turn gay for her,” she shot back, handing back the cell phone. “Don’t test me.” “Her name is Lana, and slow down, she’s mine.”

She called flaunting her hair and Shivani stood attention bowing her head. "Yes Luna" She answered with a gulp. "Get me the best wine of the castle, today is my day of jubilation" She said and Shivani blinked. "Y.. Y.. yes Luna" She stammered and ran out. Melantha laughed and walked to the mirror. She stood in front of it, she slowly unstrapped her blue lacy gown that exposed her thighs. She got rid of the underwear standing naked. She felt her nipples and and ass. She trailed her fingers to her pus**y and she moaned as she felt her own wetness.

The red lighting bathes everything in a sinful glow. And the bed isn’t empty. A young, beautiful woman sits cross-legged, naked, fingers teasing through her hair. “Took you long enough, Viper. Don’t tell me you almost forgot our appointment.” She murmurs, softly and playfully. I pause. Oh… she’s the client from LA Luca mentioned. “My apologies, Matilda,” Nico says beside me. His hands move to unbutton his suit jacket and inner shirt, revealing the sprawling tattoos across his chest and arms.

’ I replied, groaning in pain as I willed my body to shift from my form. That faint, delicious scent of lavender hit my nose again as I leaned down, scooping her into my arms. Her untidy hair had dried leaves and tiny twigs stuck in it. Despite the mud and dirt covering her unconscious face, her eyes pried open for a split second as I cradled her lean body into my naked chest. Her nose twitched, and she inhaled sharply, before letting out a barely audible gasp, and then her eyes snapped shut.

The same black silhouette makes its way down through the grey, brown walls walking to the room at the farthest right corner. Wood creeks open, the moon casting its silver over the person sitting in the middle. The wine glass shines with clear liquid, as the stench of lavender and lilies fills the room rendering anyone heady. “What’s the news?”, the person in the middle croons, tapping their pinky nail on the glass. A naked body lies beside, covered with whip marks, tied with leather straps to the bedframe, almost lifeless on the sheets. “No… No news. They were just talking about Evander, and strolling around on the grounds”, the man in the black whispers, bowing his head.

Lauren closed the laptop, he couldn't sleep through the night, he was watching Mandy's nude, he watched the video over and over again till it was early hours of the morning "Your curves are perfect." He is talking to her nude video. "I wonder if I could ever get to see the real stuff." "Get to see which real stuff?" Larry's voice came from behind him, he jerked in fear, closing the video in a hurry. "Larry, stop creeping on me."

He told himself he was just curious. The door to the women’s locker room was slightly ajar. He pushed it open. Raven stood under the shower spray, completely naked. Water cascaded over her toned body, tracing every line of muscle and curve. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and tight from the cool water. Tattoos snaked across her ribs and down her strong thighs. She had a fresh split lip and a bruise forming on her cheekbone, but she looked more alive than any woman Lucas had ever seen.

However, Dillan continued to watch Moira, wanting to make sure she was truly okay as she said. No, of course not. Moira was trying not to be bothered by Bella's presence there, even though everyone was talking about her charm and beauty, and the closer she got, the more Moira realized that Bella couldn't just take the people she loved, but could also have what Moira couldn't. The lavender dress she wore was the one Moira had seen in the boutique. It was said to be a VIP client's order, fitting perfectly and beautifully on her body. A stunning set of purple diamond jewelry and a hairstyle adorned with matching hairpins added to Bella's charm and elegance.