Lucie Tabitha Nude Novels & Stories

He froze, buried deep, his big hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. “Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, starting to pull out. I whimpered and pushed back, forcing him deeper. “Don’t you dare stop.” Lila stepped into the kitchen and stopped dead. She looked stunning, as always — mid-thirties, curvy in all the right places, wearing a tight sundress that hugged her full tits and flared over her wide hips. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her glossy lips parted in shock as she took in the scene: me, bent over like a whore with my ass up, Alex’s massive cock stretching my dripping cunt, my juices already running down my thighs.

Everyone was usually naked. Lucinda, High Priestess of Bitchville, crossed her arms. Her bag rose a couple inches on her thighs. Filipe's gaze glued to the creamy skin. His pupils dilated and his breathing picked up. His bag tented a bit. The man had a serious hang up over her.

The scene in front of her was like no other and it rattled her to the core. Lucifer sat on the couch, with five ladies lined up in front of him. They were in a position that was at ease as his eyes carefully scrutinized their bodies. You’d even think that they were clothed, but each one of them was butt-naked, which shocked Katherine even more. Her cheeks heated up as she clenched her fists right by her body. What was going on here? “H-huh?” Katherine choked up, her eyes widening as she stared at the nudists in front of her.

I rubbed her back to try warming her. Next, they told me to lift her dress above her panties. Tabitha kind of looked downward so she wouldn't see their eyes as I lifted her dress. Then she was told to hold up her dress herself and to slowly turn around until they said to stop. Tabbi's dress had dropped to below her waist, but she complied and held it up above her panties as she continued. She slowly turned around twice before they said stop. When she dropped her dress down, they politely asked her to continue holding it up. Lance looked at me a said, " You know we need to see more. We need to see her panties down. We have to know that you are both okay with this. If you are not both okay wit

He stepped out of the lake, and unlike Elena’s wild imagination, Lucien was not naked at all. Lucien was wearing his black pants while swimming. “How long are you going to stand there? Come closer,” Lucien ordered, making Elena very startled. Her eyes widened and her face flushed. Elena bit her lower lip, not daring to look because she thought Lucien was still naked. “Hk!” “Just keep your head down and walk without looking at him! I can do it!” Elena grumbled to herself. With her head lowered and refusing to look at Lucien whom she thought was naked, Elena walked without watching the path.

I closed my eyes leaning on the edge of the pool, letting the water bubble around me, I dipped my body to my head into the water, before I floated back up, washing my eyes open and getting a whiff of a too-familiar scent, I was not alone anymore. As the person Standing and staring a few feet away from me was Lucien, he looked like had just come back from running and needed a warm bath. “Lucie-My lord-I” I tried to speak out from my small stutter, but he just waved me off, I looked down to see him taking off his pants leaving his cock bare, Was he crazy? Did he not see me here?! I panicked on my mind, as I couldn’t turn my face fast enough and caught a glimpse of his member, it made me blush

' His hands cupped my ass, lifting me slightly to rub against my clit. Nathan and Lucy floated nearby, her legs wrapped around his waist as he bounced her on his dick in the shallow end. 'Ride me, Luce... show them how you take it.' She did, head thrown back, tits bouncing with each rise and fall, moans carrying over the water.

I am one hundred percent sure that Lucinda won't give me any. Lucinda seats on my bed. Just when I think she is about to scold me for my stupidity, she does the exact opposite. She takes me In her hands and pulls me for a hug. She pats my back for a few seconds before letting me go. Bringing her phone out of her pants, she shows me a picture that makes me crack up. We both start laughing like hyenas, anyone who sees us in this state would probably think we are on crack. The picture is that of a little Nathan. He is naked and crying with snot running down his nose. His eyes are red and his hands are raised as if waiting for someone to carry him.

I stepped closer, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it open slowly. The sight before me almost made me stumbled backward. Lena was naked on her knees in front of Lucien, the Alpha of a rival kingdom. She was sucking on his cock, hungrily like a slut picked up from the street and his hands gripping her hair as he thrusted deeper into her mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. "Suck it you, slut," Lucien groan. "Take all of my cum. I bet that infertile Ronan doesn't feed you with his cum."

The tub waited, deep and wide, filled nearly to the brim with hot water steeped in oils that smelled faintly of cedar and sandalwood. Lucien set her down on the edge, his hands never straying far from her body. She didn’t move to undress. Didn’t blink. Just stared into the water as though it held every soul she’d fought for that night. His hands found the tie at her waist. Slowly, he tugged the bloodstained silk apart and let it fall. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her hips, then her ankles, then the floor. There was no modesty in her. No shame. Just fatigue. Raw, aching, earned fatigue.