Madeline Escobar Nude Novels & Stories

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Of course Mia would have her number saved so intimately, so disgustingly, in Knox's phone. The message contained several explicit photos, clearly meant for Knox's eyes only. Serena felt her face flush hotly as she stared at the X-rated images. They showed a nude, curvaceous feminine form from the neck down, artfully posed in a variety of provocative positions that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Serena instantly recognized those luscious curves, that flawless tanned skin, as belonging to none other than Mia Collins. Her stomach twisted with a sickening combination of anger, heartbreak, and a sense of utter debasement.

"Take off your clothes, Madeline." She stands up, unbuttoning her suit jacket and slipping it off her shoulders. I study her figure as she hangs her jacket over the chair and removes her bra. She's not as developed as Mom or Maggie but her breasts don't sag either. As she unzips her skirt and steps out of it, I notice her stomach and hips show a little bit of her age, but overall she's not unattractive. She's a natural brunette with a full, untrimmed forest of pubic hair, not unlike how Maggie's used to look.

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

I wondered how she loved me. Childish naivety, I guess. And kill me, but her ass is to die for. In the slim fit dress pants, the curves of those beautiful, childbearing hips further elucidated the generous, but not overwhelming size of her ass. And she was firm. Taut. “She’d grip,” Esteban muttered in my ears, jolting me out of my daydream. “¡Ay, Jesucristo!" I grit my teeth and tear my eyes away from the damsel who has just left the room, locking eyes with the blonde man just behind me.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Savannah ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone… and Madonna stood nude from the waist up before her friends. Alyssa studied her breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Madonna tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.