Loserfruit Nudes Novels & Stories

Nate answered enthusiastically. From the bowl, Oliver showed Nate a nice juicy piece of watermelon. She took a bite, letting the cool drippings drop unto his chest. Her hand smeared the rest of the fruit over her body. She covered her breasts again keeping her nipples stimulated and down her belly. She continued to rub down towards her cunt that was sitting on her lover’s chest. Using her fingers she rub her clit as she caused it to protrude from its hood. The melon seemingly disappeared except for the wetness over her body shining in the early morning light. Nate was getting excited. He tried to move his hands to touch her but was unable to move them. He lifted his head but was limited at t

As he approached my groin, I tilted my head up to see what he would do. He squeezed the berries in his hand and lets the juice ooze through his fingers. The rich red and purple juice dripped on my pubic mound, slithered on my inner thighs and sweetened my labia. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Lorenzo rose, wiped his hand off on his slacks, then took them off. He stood naked in front of me, and stared at the fruit-feast he had made for a few moments.

She now stood nude in the dim light of his room except for her black cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs. Jefferson rolled the stockings down and Lora stepped out of her stockings. She held her arms across her breasts. He bent over to her shoulder, burying a soft kiss on her bare skin.

"You want everyone to see what a slut you are for your professor?" "Yes," I moaned helplessly. "Say it to the camera." He ordered, pinching my breast. I whimpered as I looked directly into the lens. “I am a slut for my professor. I came here to get fucked." "Good girl." He pulled away, dropping lower, his hands spreading my thighs apart. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy now. I was already glistening with wetness and my folds were swollen. "No panties," he started, his voice filled with approval. "Just like you promised."

I was so close, it was like he knew and enjoyed toying with me. "Ah, if you want that you have to beg." He said through a sadistic smile. Without warning he shoved his fingers deep inside of me. An audiable* gasp left my lips. Rider's lips landed on my neck as his fingers fell in a decent paced rhythm. I was getting close again but the water was now starting to get cold.

in the forest? Whenever I closed my eyes, the image of that room played on a loop, and I could almost feel his closeness, the scent of his body, and the warmth of his breath against my skin. As the repetition continued, a nagging thought entered my mind. Was this woman subjected to the same experiences? Did she endure the same treatment? She had claimed that Alastair despised certain acts, such as oral and face-to-face sex, and even kissing. Perhaps he had denied her those pleasures as well. The very idea of being intimate with Alastair began to sicken me.

I held the back of his head and made him stay there, sucking one tit while his hand worked the other. My free hand slid down and lifted the habit. Bare pussy right in his face. Already wet. “Look at it,” I said. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound and stared. “You want to taste it?” “Yes.” he’s breath was shaky, he was clearly nervous, “Then ask nicely.” “Please… let me taste you.” “Beg better.” His voice dropped. “Please, Sister. Let me put my mouth on you. I need it.” I smiled. “On your knees, worship me.”

CELESTINE'S POV: The days blur together in the best possible way. We wake up with the sun and make love in the golden light that streams through the windows, slow and lazy and sweet. We eat breakfast on the porch, fresh fruit and pastries and coffee that Lysander makes while I sit in the hammock and watch the waves. We swim in the ocean, naked, because there is no one around to see us and because we can. We have sex in the water, which is harder than it looks and also very, very worth it.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

It did not take much convincing to get the pretty California girl to undress. They got undressed, threw the clothes on the white sand and within 15 minutes all five of the girls were naked, swimming in the warm and salty Ionian Sea. Josephine could not help but notice April’s amazing body. April was very athletic with a sexy ass, breasts and skin. A great hourglass body shape, something which you would not guess from the unsexy, baggy clothes she wore, except for the time on the plane when Josephine caught a glimpse of her cleavage when she leaned forward to grab her headset that she had mistakenly dropped on the floor. This was supposed to be a bonding experience, but the lesbian girl could