Lindsay Ivan Nude Novels & Stories

"Are you feeling hot? I'll lower the temperature again." Lavina shook her head. "No, just take off our clothes!" The man was a little surprised. "You want us to be naked?" Lavina nodded her head. "If you don't want it, we can just take off the outerwear and leave the underwear." "Okay." Raveen still hadn't realized what Lavina really wanted. Finally Raveen took off his shirt. Showing off her athletic body. Made Lavina wanted Raveen even more. Lavina also took off her outer clothes, leaving behind a slightly transparent pink bra and panties.

So it's better If I keep a safe distance from her for a time being. After getting ready I walk towards the dinning room only to see, shirtless Ivan preparing breakfast only with his trousers on. Sweat was dripping from his toned body , having broad shoulder with tiny waist giving a sexy look. This sight would be worth seeing for any girl. I am sure he will kill millions of girls with his just one sexy look. Girls are dying to get in bed with him. But this saint type of man has to go to bed only and only with his wife whom he will love. But the sad thing is that till now he has not found anyone for whom he would fall.

Finally, Lindsay popped up off the floor. "That was awesome," she said, "But I think you got some in my hair." "Sorry," I said, still in post-orgasm stupor. "You have a lot. Of hair." Lindsay pulled her long, brown locks around her and stared at them, picking at all the sticky spots. She'd stayed topless and there was something incredibly sexy about how the strands covered her tiny tits. "I think you got some on my boobs, too," Lucy said, grinning at me lasciviously. She lifted up one of her massive mounds and eyed it, mirroring her sister.

“No, nuh uh, not possible. I am not a killer, I failed at that with Vivian” "That's because you didn't have me" Ivan starts stirring and I quickly hide myself behind a tree, too many people had seen me naked, and I didn’t like it. He looks around “Irina?” I don’t answer “Irina, I know you are behind the tree, I can see your footprints” “I need clothes” I mutter to myself Peering out around the tree, Ivan removes his top, showing me his solid body. The top wasn’t much but at least it would cover parts of me, although it would do nothing about the cold. He throws it in my direction.

"Lilly, is that really you?" I turn around to see Ivan. I'm not scared, just turned on by his scent. I can't control myself. My body doesn't listen to my mind as I shift and stand there naked I hear him let out a growl knowing my body is exposed for all to see. I run over to him. Our lips connect, I'm so aroused by his touch that my pussy begins to gush with excitement.

He looked shocked to see me, as I was. My eyes raked greedily over his body as I took it in the sweaty mass of muscle in front of me. He obviously just finished working out. But that was not what grabbed my attention. Ivan had tattoos. I had only ever seen him in suits but now he was dressed in a grey tank top and shorts revealing the array of dark ink that was usually covered with his suit. He had a full sleeve on one hand and I was sure his back was not spared from the work of art.

she rasped. “Fucking hours. I’ve left you to recover. Who’s Jay Jay?” Lizzy refused to answer. Ivan crouched before her. What did she ever see in the man? He reminded her of a Komodo dragon. His flat lizard eyes were black orbs in his cruel face. Ivan’s angular jaw and harsh brow loomed in her blurred vision. He licked his lips and traced her collarbone through her torn shirt with a damp hand. “When you sang my song—”

“See? ... Yes, she’s totally naked… You think I’m lying? She has great tits. Real perky.” My mouth dropped open, but the shock only lasted a minute before laughter bubbled in me. I grabbed a couch pillow and bury my face in it as she carried on. “Really? You don’t believe me?” she said through restrained laughter. “Uh-huh… Okay, I wasn’t going to push it, but she’s totally waxed… Mhmm.” My howl of laughter was, thankfully, swallowed by cushion. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Let’s be honest—Ivan knows exactly what my pussy looks like. And Dayton only knows because our waxes coincide.

“I don’t know…but there’s gotta be something. Look, I’m tired of this asshole making us look like assholes.” “I assure you, they don’t think that.” My eyes shifted to my side when Liana joined me on the patio. She held a piece of red lingerie, a lacy bodysuit with an opening in the crotch. “Well, I think that...” “I have to go, Ivan. We’ll talk tomorrow.” I hung up and set the phone on the table. Now that my eyes were on her, her makeup gone and her hair still pulled back, I didn’t care about business anymore. I cared about the sexy piece of lingerie dangling from her fingertips.

And sure enough, running beside me, effortlessly keeping up, with a small smirk on his lips, was none other than Ivan. He was wearing a black sleeveless athletic tank top, one that clung a little too well to his body. The damn thing highlighted the lean, and toned muscle across his chest and shoulders that had no business looking like that on someone his age. His arms—oh, god. His biceps flexed slightly with every movement, veins subtly popping like they were personally out to ruin me. And don’t even get me started on his shorts. They were those two-layer kind with the inner lining peeking out, and they showed just enough of his thighs to make me question my morals.