Lyna Perez Desnuda Novels & Stories

Kendel started, running her fingers through her short pale blue wig. “She looks good, don’t you think?” Micha clapped. “Yeah, just,” Lana began, adjusting Aislyn’s top so that the fringe settled at an angle which allowed the silvery fabric to settle just at the curve of her breast. “It’s meant to tease, not cover.” The soft stroke of Lana’s nails nicked her peak just so sending shivers through her body. “Oh, sensitive…” Lana grinned. “This will be quite the night, eh?” “That’s what we’re hoping,” Stina was sure to follow. “No heels right?” she asked, dumping hers on a lounge chair along the wall.

Then she saw the girl. Liana stood beneath the largest print in the show, a ten-foot-tall image of herself sprawled across white silk, thighs open, fingers buried between them, head thrown back in a silent scream of release. In the photograph her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, skin flushed rose and gold. In the flesh she wore a slip of silver fabric that barely qualified as a dress, nipples dark against the thin material, legs endless. She was staring at the image of herself the way someone might stare at a lover caught in the act: possessive, angry, aroused. Elena’s pulse kicked hard. She crossed the room, heels silent on the polished concrete.

I think at this point everything about Luna is perfect. I take off my tank top and she also stares at me. I have eight pack abs and I know she likes them, if the look on her face is any indication. She takes off her shorts next and I take mine off also. I know she has an amazing ass, I noticed it yesterday but seeing her naked is different experience.

That was a view that couldn’t be beaten. “I do say so,” I said, putting my hand in the small of her back. “Come on. Let’s get you out of that wet dress and into something warmer.” Laina turned to me and pushed her straps off. Then she pulled the dress down and wiggled her hips before it fell to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of it and was now in nothing but her black panties. “All done,” she cooed. I smirked and stripped out of my wet clothes too. She watched with hungry eyes, her hips swaying as she stood in place before me. Her toes curled in the living room rug, and she glanced toward my liquor collection. “Should we have a drink?”

she says. "I still don't want to, you know, do anything but it feels weird to be the only one naked," Kristina says, sitting cross-legged on the bed much like Lauren did when we watched the videos. In this position Kristina's thin pussy lips are spread open and I'm almost drooling. I realize I've missed running my hands through her light blonde pubic hair and stroking her delicate pussy. "The video, Brandon," Lauren laughs, drawing my attention from Kristina's pussy. Lauren sits next to Kristina making the view on the bed even more enticing.

So I reached down and pull her skirt up over her back, exposing her entire ass to the camera and giving Naomi as clear a view as possible. Shortly thereafter, Lynne reached down and lifted off her blouse, tossing it aside. Underneath, she was wearing a red bra, which she promptly removed, leaving her naked but for the skirt. Her breasts finally free, I sat up and immediately took one of them into my mouth, sucking on her nipple until it was erect. She moaned and put her arms around my neck, pulling me into her.

Lylah sighed out dramatically and I did a shushing motion at her as I listened in. “.... I'm so perfect for you Kieran, what do you see in that weak mate of yours, she certainly can't give you what I can give you, I mean I am a virgin and untouched and from what I heard she wasn't one when you found her, let me satisfy you baby, I pro–” I had heard enough of this. “Punch he-” Lylah cut off as I pushed the door open and found a shocking sight, Laura's red strapless gown was see through, her boobs facing Kieran, her hands on his shoulders as she leaned down to him.

"Zeidan!" Luana yelled, as she grabbed the bed sheets and yanked them off the bed. She was turning despite how much she tried to avoid it. "This can't be possible." "What can't be possible?" Lyne's voice reached her and coming out of the washroom with just a towel wrapped around her body, Zeidan couldn't help but think Lyne looked sexy in the white towel as he stared at her from behind the door. Her golden hair looked slick and wet. He had just made love with his woman and that was the only thing that filled his mind. But seeing Luana barge in was just like a spear thrown into a cherry cake. He rolled his eyes.

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.

"You're so right. Damn, you are all just so... delicious." The girls giggled. "Mmm, aren't my girls just such delicious treats," Ms. Salazar said. She sat on a table, her legs crossed. They were covered in dark nylons. She was a hot, Latina woman. She had been sharing so many tasty treats for a month now, but this... "Yes, they are," I groaned as my shirt was open and pulled off me. Kaylee started drawing up my undershirt while my belt came undone. I just let them strip me. My blood boiled. The sweetness of the peach pie lingered in my mouth as I stepped out of my pants. My boxers. I was utterly naked. The girls were all cooing as they rubbed at my cock.