Lucie Tabitha Nude Novels & Stories

Julio turned the phone screen to face her and slid through each pictures. Lucia’s eyes widened seeing the naked pictures of herself. There were pictures of her covered in cum and taking more in her pussy, ass and mouth. Even Lucia was repulsed by them. They laughed at the horrid expression on her face. They got dressed and left her all alone in the room, pillows and sheets strewn around her. Lucia felt shaken and dirty at the same time. A while ago, she was the one treating people as she pleased, she trampled over the poor and powerless, she felt she could do anything to people who she deem to be “weak”

I take everything else off and stand naked, skin pale and cool and tacky. Should I be nervous? Because I’m not. Lucien . . . I’m not sure how he feels. He certainly doesn’t pretend to be uninterested, and looks his fill, following each curve of mine more than once, betraying little but hiding nothing. I’m not made like a Were woman. I’m not toned, and have no defined muscles. Either Lucien knew to expect it, or he doesn’t mind. His eyes glaze over as I step forward, and I take his hand when he offers it. I’m drowsy, wobbly-kneed. He lowers me into the tub.

I held it up, cheeks burning as I watched my own reflection — the red glow making the scene look like something from a forbidden dream. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed the lace down, stepping out of it until I stood completely naked under the safelight. Lucian circled me slowly, camera never stopping. “Exquisite. Your skin takes the red light so well — it makes every flush visible. Now move to the chaise. Lie back. One knee bent, the other leg extended. Arms above your head.”

My lips parted in a silent surprise as my eyes gawked in disbelief. My mind did a quick flash back to the erotic vidoes Monique used to watch in private. Somehow my heart raced and I slightly panicked as my fingers held his big cock. I struggled to camflouage the shock with the fake confidence. I was just an innocent.... I used to be an innocent virgin before. But I was fond of erotic novels and in my small mind I had the perfect the scenes... The fantasies of the things I admired till I made the superb Rotimi.

"Get ready. The doctor said you're allowed to return to the mansion this afternoon." Lucien quickly moved to pull away the white blanket wrapped around Isolde's body. However, his movement abruptly stopped when his eyes caught sight of Isolde's cotton underwear still hanging loosely around her plump knees. Without saying a word, Lucien bent down, took the thin fabric in his warm fingers, and slowly pulled it up over Isolde's firm, fair thighs until it was properly back around her curvy waist. As he did so, Lucien unconsciously swallowed hard. The sight of those full, smooth, and shapely thighs truly tested the limits of his imagination.

Fuck, that's hot. As quietly as he can, TJ creeps into the bathing chamber to get a better look. He's never seen Lucien naked before and he is just so fucking beautiful, even through the steam. He's so turned on and he can't resist. He leans against the door frame and slips his hand into his shorts to stroke his aching length. Lucien keeps stroking, TJ keeps pumping, and just as he's about to spill, Lucien grunts loud and deep and the stroking slows down. TJ strokes himself harder and he's breathing ragged, and then shooting stars flash through his brain.

It felt nice to be in the company of a woman who was concerned for my well-being in any sense beyond the carnal. We watched the clock together. Each tick was audible, we were so quiet. What had she gotten? A heart? A mermaid? Some Asian character? I doubted, at least, that I was about to behold another homage to the late Juice WRLD. "That's ninety." Tabitha hopped back onto my desk and, with aching gradualness, parted her thighs. As they widened enough that I could see some dark smudge at the top (and, of course, the outline of her sweet little pussy), she slowly peeled up her dress until the thing was fully visible. She beamed proudly as I took it in.

I tossed it aside. “Panties too. Let me see all of you.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my legs, kicking them off. Then I crawled backward onto the bed and lay down, completely naked for him. My hands moved to my breasts almost on their own, palming them, squeezing lightly. Lucien watched like a man possessed. “Spread your legs, baby.” I opened them slowly. He chuckled, dark and low. “Wider. If you want to take all of me, you’re going to spread those pretty thighs wider than that.”

She didn’t need to, although I wouldn’t mind a back scrub, I thought lazily as I turned towards her. Mesmerizing green eyes met mine. Lucien. Why is he here? Oh god, I’m completely naked! “Lucien…? Do you need something?” I asked in a small quivering voice as I tried to hide my body deeper into the water and foam. Conscious that I’m not the only one lacking clothing, Lucien was naked except for the white towel he has wrapped around his waist. This is not good, he might not be thinking anything along those lines but I am starting to feel…

Jill asked as she was taking her dress off and leaving her black laced underwear she had particularly worn for Blake that night. “What a waste,” Tabitha replied, seeing the underwear and not answering her question. “Yeah, I know, right? Well, his loss,” Jill replied as she undid the clasps that held her breasts in their confined cups, allowing them to escape. After she was nude, she sat on the floor as she was instructed when another woman arrived. Subconsciously, she quickly covered her body with her hands and arms. “Ah, what is going on and why is Detective Percy sitting nude in our living room?” Tabby asked as she entered.