Lyna Perez Desnuda Novels & Stories

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

“Let's try another position.” ​ “P-Position?” She winced. “We're not yet done?” ​ I smirked. “Until I say so.” ​ Lana has a slender waist. One hand is enough to carry her tiny, little body onto the bed as I throw her above while she settles into a prone position. ​ Her body is submitting to me while her face says otherwise. ​ A swift move is all it takes to remove the entire dress she's wearing, including the nipple tape and her underwear. Her ass went up automatically without needing a single command. I widened the gap between her two legs before I dug my face in between her thighs while I savored her wet feminism.

She was so shy when she was left in nothing but skin. Lila wasn't thrilled by Annie's naked body because she has known her to be so gorgeous from the onset. Only the lady who was in charge of taking care of her bath was thrilled. Annie's curves were spelling the word sexy. She looks so perfect for everything. If she works as a model, the lady was so sure that companies would fight to have her. Jennifer Lopez isn't in anyway close to this. Never, she isn't even half of the sight that was before her.

She reaches for the zip at the corner of her dress and slowly pulls it down, dragging the dress down her body and to her ankles as she steps out of it. She’s not wearing a bra but a white lace panties. Her tits are round, her nipples pink. As she slowly takes off her panties with her gaze fixed on me, I only wish Sara was somebody else. Someone with dark olive skin, brown eyes, long wavy brown hair, pouty red lips, and a little waist with the perfect curves to match. Robyn fucking Denver.

Intentionally, I let my shoes hit the floors in a loud manner while I make my way to the king sized bed as to gain his attention. But much to my demise, the frame on the bed remains unmoving. "Greetings, your majesty, the Lycan King. I, the Luna of Lumina would like to have a word with you." Even at my introduction, I got nothing as a result. His breathing remains calm and undisturbed. "You could easily be killed this way, your highness." I whispered while making my way closer to the left of the bedside. I couldn't get a clear view of his face since he's facing the balcony windows and once I did, I stopped dead on my tracks.

​​Chapter 1 LYZZA awkwardly stepped out of the dressing room after she managed to wear something that Danielle gave her: a micro denim skirt and a crop top that only covered her bust. She would pull her micro skirt down habitually in prayer that it would become longer if she pulled it even more. She could feel the cold beneath her ass as her panties were showing off. She just realized that someone had already slapped her hand, making her come to her senses.

“I wanted to ask for your help in choosing an outfit. I hope you don’t mind.” I smiled at her. “Of course, I don’t mind. Let me remove this towel and put something on.” She grinned, setting the dress down on the bed. “Of course. Tonight’s a big night for all of us. I just don’t know which dress will suit me more.” It seems she’s nervous. Typical Lyra. She is not fashionable. In fact, all her clothes are plain, simple gowns and simple two pieces. I hurried up and dried off. Then I started putting on my cream and undies.

he demanded. Having fully understood the purpose of the room she was in, Lila had worn the bare minimum today. It took no time to remove her crop top and toss it toward the door, followed by her sneakers and black yoga pants. She was horribly shy about standing before the wolf of her dreams in the nude, but that had everything to do with Thorne and his lurid gaze and not all that much to do with the nudity itself.

“And then you were swimming in your underwear. Did you even apply sunscreen?” “God, Spade. It’s not the 1950s. People swim naked. They dress in see-throughs with their nipples and asses out. And this is my body, my choice.” “Okay.” Piper raised her hands. “I think it’s my cue.” She got up and left the breakfast table. “Or you’re scared that if someone posts my naked picture online, it will reflect on your billionaire clean rep, or you being a Kross.” I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t argue with an angry woman. Not Robyn. She was a piece of work when she was pissed.

Perez led me to a small room and started patting me down. "What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" I jumped away from her. "Lady, no drama. Everyone gets searched. Come here." Perez called me over, and I figured it was better not to make trouble with her. She patted me down everywhere, as thorough as Lionel when she groped my breasts. "Lady, you gotta take off your bra. It's got metal underwire and can't come in." "But I can't go without a bra. My blouse is white and..."