Loser Fruit Naked Novels & Stories

But Lorenzo turned out to be so cruel that he shouted, “ Why are you guys listening to this slutty girl, look how killer her body is, aren't you guys thirsty for her juicy body.” Lorenzo tore my top in front of everyone and my naked breast was in front of everyone's eyes. My heartbeat stopped. I had never imagined that I would be in such a condition among so many people. I put my hand on my breast but Lorenzo shook my hand and made me naked. Everyone's eyes were wide open seeing me like this and Lorenzo said “Look what juicy breast they are? “Wouldn’t you like to taste this?” I had tears of humiliation in my eyes, I was having trouble breathing and everything seemed like a nightmare and to

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

Arora asked with a smile. "Oh yes," I sighed. "Does that make me a lesbian?" "Absolutely," Arora nodded. "Oh well... OK," I said, enjoying the manipulation of the two mouths and four hands on my body. "It's too hot for these," Arora said, taking off her bra, and kicking off her black thong. "Here, let me help you," she said, reaching behind me and releasing my bra. I gasped in relief when my bra sprang off, leaving me bare and unencumbered. It was nice to feel the cool air on my titties. Liv had my panties off in seconds. In little time, all three of us were naked.

Crowd chanted perfect: “FUCK! FIGHT! FUCK! FIGHT! FUCK! FIGHT!” I stood right at the fence—Nikon Z9, long fast lens, shutter going like a gun, sweat down my back, nipples hard from the raw feel. I’m Riven Kane—28, used to write about bikes, now shoot secret nights for cash, always after the shot that could kill me or make me rich. That’s when I saw her. Lourdes “Lula” Reyes—24, dirty white tank stuck to perfect tits, tiny jean shorts so short the pockets showed more, long legs, black hair messy on top.

he told me. Excited by the whole idea, I took a shower and got dressed in my nightie. I had my book and without knocking, I opened the door. I found Alex naked on his bed, his penis half-hard. I closed the door instantly, regretting what I did in the first place.

I was clutching my stomach, not because it was funny but because the laugh was ripping out of me like it had claws. “Come on, admit it, this is some YouTube prank shit, right? ‘Let’s traumatize Lyra and see how long it takes before she cries herself into a straitjacket.’ Because honestly? Ten out of ten. You got me. Hilarious. Now can someone cut the cameras?” And then I saw her. Tasha. And oh my Goddess, my laughter hit a pitch so high even dogs three miles away probably heard me because.. “Tasha! Why the actual fuck are you naked? Put on some fucking clothes!” I wheezed, still laughing like I had finally snapped. “No seriously, what are you doing?

Even after I cum all over his cock, he didn’t stop ramming into me, saying words that made no sense into my ear until I felt his hot and wet cum inside of me. … We had a proper shower and came out of the bathroom, only to find the table filled with fruit and food. I knew it was Coco, she had probably brought it in while we were in the bathroom. My cheeks went red at the thought of her hearing my moans while Carlos fucked my insides. “I’m Famished,” I said, rubbing my belly. “Me too.” Carlos replied, but his eyes were on me, not the food. “where are you going?” I stopped. “I can’t eat naked, can I?”

"He must have! Where else could they have gone?" For a split second, I lose all sense of mental health and crack up—I laugh like an idiot until tears sprout from my eyes. If anyone saw me right now, they wouldn't think twice about finding me a place at the local rubber room for other lunatics. But I can't stop my lips from twitching! Killian Phoenix, the dreamy, famous guy who must be over six foot three, with muscles to boot and loads of money on his bank account, stole my freaking underwear!

everyone because after all what is wrong here is not Rose Mary who stole the man you love. but the one who is wrong here is you because before you ate, before they were both born, they were already made to be soul mates and that bond can never be lost even at any time and in fact both of them already have memories that are so very deep that you will definitely never able to force those memories into something that no one can ever deny. So I think you don't need to force something that can never be forced and just stop right now because it is something so very bad that you can never get it from anyone, now you understand this, right?" “Lusi, since when have you become that woman's defender?