Marika Rossa Nude Novels & Stories

Marco and Natasha's bodies glistened with sweats as they immediately stopped their unholy act when they saw Marisa standing by the doorway. "Fuck!" Marco cursed and he immediately got down from the bed to put on his pants. Natasha sat up on the bed and hurriedly covered her nakedness a white duvet. "Darling, it’s not what you think. I swear." Marco said as he slowly approached Marisa who had tears welled up in her eyes. Marisa slowly moved her gaze from Marco to Natasha, who was sitting the bed with a frown on her face. She was inaudibly cursing Marisa for interrupting the blissful moment she was having with Marco.

He pulled me off suddenly with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his cock. “Stand up,” he ordered. “On your feet, princess. Let me see that dripping little forbidden pussy that’s been aching for me all night.” I rose on shaky legs. Marcus immediately pushed the silk robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. I stood completely naked in front of him. His eyes raked over my body hungrily — my hard nipples, my heaving breasts, my smooth shaved pussy that was visibly dripping down my thighs. “Beautiful,” he growled. “So fucking perfect.”

Lila smiled seductively as she slipped out of her lace underwear, letting the damp fabric drop to the floor. Her smooth, shaved pussy glistened with arousal. She stepped toward Marcus, nuzzling her face against his broad, hairy chest. She could feel his strong heartbeat thudding under the coarse chest hair as his muscular arms enfolded her naked body. He kissed the top of her head tenderly before his large hands roamed down her shoulders and along the curve of her spine, coming to rest on the plump, firm cheeks of her ass. He squeezed possessively.

Busty MILFs (2) The room smelled of séx and expensive lotion. Sweat. Perfume. Cúm. Three naked bodies tangled on the king-size bed. Sia on my left. The other woman, her name turned out to be Mara, Sia’s older sister and silent partner in the company, on my right. Both are still breathing hard and are marked. Red handprints on their asses. Bite marks on their necks. My cúm leaking from between their thighs.

She pulls her fingers out and slaps my pussy lightly, making me jolt. “Time to take this somewhere more private,” Rosa says. “The night is still young.” They start to pull me up, but Maria stops them with a hand on my thigh. “Not yet,” she says, eyes glittering. “I want to see her come one more time right here. Make her squirt this time.” My stomach drops with a mix of dread and desperate want. They close in again.

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

I trace my fingertips across them as if deciphering braille. They arrive, one, at a time. Rosa appears first her hair set in curls, from the night machetes secured across her back as if they've become a permanent fixture. She never questions it. Instead she brews coffee potent to rouse the lifeless. Lila follows, her voice softer this time gray beginning to show at her temples yet her eyes retain their steel- intensity. She places a flare gun on the table (gold case, engraved with Isla’s name). Marco twenty-four, once marked by silver scars now turned gold wears a wedding band gifted by the reserved programmer who won his heart. He remains silent. Instead he opens his laptop. Angles the scre

"Don't you, Liana? You've been dying for someone to play with, haven't you? Dying to have two mouths on your body instead of one." Liana flushes harder, swallowing hard. "I... I don't..." But even she can hear the desire in her voice. Marco is on her in an instant, his hands grabbing at the tie of her robe. "Matteo, help me get this off her," he demands, tugging at the fabric. Together, they divest Liana of her robe, letting it pool at her feet. She stands before them in all her glory, naked and wanton. Matteo steps forward, hands cupping her breasts. "Look how perfect she is," he breathes, thumbing her nipples to stiff peaks. "Look how much she wants us."

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

EVELESSA Mara’s shoot is loud, chaotic and messy even before I even step fully inside. People are scattered everywhere trying to make something out of the present mess. Mara is in the middle of it all, raised on a platform, dressed in something expensive and tiny, giving fake poses before the camera. The moment she spots me, her lips curl in disdain. “Well, look who crawled out of Cassain’s shadow,” she says loudly enough for everyone to hear. The room goes silent immediately.