Lilli Luxe Nude Novels & Stories

A jean short that stops just few inches below my butt and a pink crop top that stretch over my bra less tits and hugs my tiny waist. It is intentional. I want to watch his control snap as he plays daddy with Nova, and I enjoy it. Liliana is waiting out the taxi, when we get out of the compound. She looks ravishing as always, her black three piece suit wrap tight around her. Her signatory strawberry perfume drifts into the air, lips coated in blood red lipstick. Her eyes narrow as they settle on me. Her lips press into a thin line. “Mom,” Nova beams, walking up to her and drops airy kisses on her cheeks.

Lillith was dressed in a forest green, satin gown that flowed down to her feet. It accentuated her pale skin and on her lip was a sheer red lipstick that made her look like an enchantress. Her neck was adorned with emerald jewels and two tear drop earrings that glittered underneath the light that came from the chandelier. Her arm was almost bare, safe for the puffed up sleeve or the dress she was wearing. A golden band was intricately wrapped around her arm and on her feet were gold slippers that gleamed under the light.

she said, granting Alessandro permission to enter. Emerging from her closet, Lily asked him, “How do I look?” while giving him a full 360-degree view. Alessandro’s breath caught in his throat, momentarily stunned and speechless by the sight before him. Although he knew little about makeup, he found Lily’s face enchanting, particularly her exotic and stunning eyes, as well as her captivating red lips. His gaze then moved down her body. He admired how the bold yellow gold sparkling mini dress, with slits on both sides of her thighs, complemented her dark skin, making it appear even more radiant and vibrant. Alessandro cleared his throat before complimenting her, “You look beautiful,” he said,

Jasmine’s POV Once we left the cocktail spot, Rylee drove me to a luxurious boutique and I picked an alluring pair of lingerie with her expertise. It was a nude lacy thong that would gracefully cling to my hips and the color would melt on my skin like butter. The pores are quite small, and it would give away enough skin. She gave me tips too, which I found weird, but a good coping strategy around Rylee was to pretend you loved every bit of it and toss all of her naughty girl lessons in the nearby trash when she was far gone.

The result of Isabella's relentless gym classes was evident, sculpting my figure into a sultry, hourglass shape, with a generous, eye-catching emphasis on my derrière. My choice of footwear was equally provocative, as I selected a pair of nude stilettos that seemed to elongate my legs endlessly. Their seductive allure accentuated my confidence, and with each step, they whispered promises of a night to remember. Gazing into the mirror, I ran a hairbrush through my dark, cascading tresses, which flowed effortlessly over my shoulders. I then applied a bold coat of fiery red lipstick again, completing the look with an air of undeniable sensuality.

The sun was already rising on the horizon, and that somehow gave me the feeling that the day would be very hot and chaotic. So, while evaluating my beautiful lingerie in front of the large body mirror of my closet, I chose a set of suit and pants of the thinnest fabric I found. I ended up wearing a combination of white and lilac, putting on escarpins and putting on less jewelry than I used to wear in my ordinary days. After all, that wasn't an ordinary day.

The sun beat down on the private infinity pool like it was in on the secret, turning the water into liquid diamonds. Lila stretched out on a lounge chair in a tiny black bikini that barely qualified as clothing — the top barely contained her full tits, and the bottoms disappeared between her round ass cheeks. She’d chosen it on purpose. Oil glistened on her skin, making every curve shine. She knew Victor was watching from the shaded cabana. He’d been “working” on his laptop for the last hour, but his eyes hadn’t left her once.

As soon as I entered the club, I was taken aback by the displays I saw around. Naked Girls in just red, shiny panties were parading around in heels, while some were whining on the polls or grinding themselves down on the men that gathered, as a Christmas song played in the background. No one gave a fuck about their nudity, and I noticed that in the center, a girl was on her knees, giving a blow job to a guy dressed in red clothes, a Christmas cap on his head. He was thrusting aggressively into her mouth and I caught a sight of his hardened dick and gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth, knowing that I wanted my mouth to be fucked too.

"Take it off, Lila. The dress. Everything. I don't want to see a single thread on your body for the rest of the week." Lila reached for the zipper of her silver dress. It slid down with a soft hiss, falling to the stone floor in a pool of metal. She stood there, completely naked in the moonlight. She felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time. "Come here," Julian commanded. Lila walked to him. He grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against his bare chest. The heat coming off him was incredible. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. It tasted like the scotch he had been drinking and the raw desire he had been holding back.

With shaking hands, she untied it and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off her blouse, revealing her plain white bra stretched over her full breasts. Standing in front of the small mirror, Lila stared at her reflection. Her caramel skin was flushed from neck to chest, her nipples dark and hard against the fabric. She cupped one breast tentatively, thumb brushing the peak, and gasped at the spark of pleasure that shot straight to her core. "No," she whispered to herself, pulling her hand away. "He said not to..." But the temptation was overwhelming. Her skirt rode up as she sat on the edge of the bed, thighs parting slightly, revealing the black cotton panties now damp at the crotch.