Lilian Garcia Nude Romane & Geschichten

I closed my eyes, my ears listening for movements but I heard none. I opened an eye to look at Lilian who was still standing there clutching on her robe. "You aren't coming in?" I asked. My voice seemed to stun her. "Give me a minute" she said. I closed my eyes back, to let her calm down. I heard a light splash after a few minutes. ‘Took her long enough’ I thought. I opened my eyes to a sight I wasn't expecting. Lilian was in a sea green two piece bikini, her red hair in a high bun. Her pale skin was flushed red at the heat. The view made me gulp.

She sounded unsure but Liliana knew what she was saying. He immediately took off her strappy shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra which was easier for him. Liliana was wearing tight short. When he pulled it down, he smirks when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. He got her out of the short so she was nude in his presence. He pulled her towards the bed. "Lie down" he ordered. She lies flat on the bed. Liliana had become comfortable when she's naked in front of Nicholas. He pull off his shirt in front of her. Just the sight of his hard rock body makes her wet.

Lila stepped out completely naked. Her hands tried to cover her breasts and her pussy, but she couldn’t hide much. Her skin was soft and pale. Her nipples were tiny and pink. She stared at the floor, trembling. “Hands at your sides, Lila,” I said. “Let me see properly.” She slowly lowered her arms. They were shaking. “Turn around slowly.” She obeyed. Her ass was round, firm, perfect. When she faced me again I stepped closer. God, she’s beautiful. My cock is rock hard now.

I wasn’t someone who usually thought about things like that. Then, a lady began walking toward us. She wore a soft lilac dress that fitted her curves and her blonde hair was styled into curls cascading down her back. Her makeup looked flawless. She looked like someone who belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. It was her; I quickly recognized the face ;Lianna Garcia. I had seen her picture many times in magazines and gossip columns. She was always standing beside her wealthy husband at charity events or fancy parties. She stopped in front of us and extended a manicured hand.

My hand shook and my heart raced as I watched the latest gossip they were having about some other celebrity. "Nothing is going on,” Lauren whined. I ignored her and focused my attention on the entertainment gossip. "You should go–” It suddenly came in and I sat up, my eyes widening. "Renowned actress, Lilian Montgomery, has been accused of being allegedly involved in the leak of Ashley Carter's nude pictures.” My heart clenched and I stiffened in the chair, torn between shock and excitement.

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

She was so shy when she was left in nothing but skin. Lila wasn't thrilled by Annie's naked body because she has known her to be so gorgeous from the onset. Only the lady who was in charge of taking care of her bath was thrilled. Annie's curves were spelling the word sexy. She looks so perfect for everything. If she works as a model, the lady was so sure that companies would fight to have her. Jennifer Lopez isn't in anyway close to this. Never, she isn't even half of the sight that was before her.

You step out of it, standing in only bra, panties, and the brown four-inch Louboutins. Gabriel’s gaze drags over your skin. When you reach behind to unhook the bra, he lifts one finger. “Do it slowly, Lila. We’re not in a hurry now, are we?” You shake your head in response to his question, and he commends you with another lazy smile as his eyes fix on your breasts. Your nipples turn into pebbles under his intense stare. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, then pause. You look at him and wait for his approval.

Her moans were high and broken. Lila—eighteen, track team, short blonde pixie cut—sat on a desk nearby, legs spread wide, three fingers buried in her own cunt while she watched. Her other hand pinched and twisted her small, pink nipples. She was already dripping onto the desktop, a small puddle forming under her ass. The air was thick—musk, arousal, the faint metallic tang of sweat. Phones were off. No one was recording. This was sacred, reckless, stupid, perfect.

It was just normal as if he didn't do anything or as if he didn't care about my reaction even though he did something despicable. "Where the fuck are you com–" The words died in my throat when my eyes settled on Lilia, she looked sad. So sad with teary eyes and she looked like a drop dead gorgeous sexy model that came out from a gym. I swallowed, shamelessly raking her body with my eyes. She was wearing a brown fitted spiliet single that accented her curves and the leggings she wore did not attempt to hide her hips and her well shaped ass I can't believe she wore this outside!!