Mimi Faust Nudes Novels & Stories

I needed to see her cum on my dick. Reaching down, I found her clit with my thumb, but I just brushed it lightly, teasing her. “Beg me,” I ordered. —I nail it, Fausto. “Ti prego,” she panted, sliding her hands into his hair as she leaned back. —I nail it, Fausto. God, I nail you. With my other hand, I ripped the front of her red bodice and let her breasts fall free. Full breasts with dark nipples bounced as she moved and I grabbed one with my hand, squeezing hard. She moaned, her pussy clenching around me. Madonna , she was so hot.

De simples mortelles. Un vertige me saisit. Moi, Cassandre, derrière des murs gris, privée de miroir, de parfum, de soie. Moi, réduite à un numéro d’écrou. Alors je change de registre. Je joue ma dernière carte : la victime. Je baisse la tête. Je fais trembler mes épaules. Cette fois, de vraies larmes coulent, brûlantes.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Cassien fired. “Eww,” she waved her hands in the air. “ I had pressed my ears against the door to make sure you guys were doing nothing before I entered. And I definitely don't want to see your naked body,” she scoffed. “We might not be doing anything but can still be naked,” Lucien said and I facepalmed. “Why are you hellbent on me seeing your nakedness,” Mira hissed. “I don't want you to see my nakedness.” Lucien smirked, knowing fully well that she was uncomfortable talking about that but he didn't know what extent Mira could go. “My nakedness is too precious and priceless for you too see,” he added.

Or why she looked so crestfallen! Mimi walked out of the dressing room in a strangely calm manner and crossed the space to her seat before the make-up mirror while the assistant looked at her with a mix of pity and indignation. It was Mimi who spoke placidly. “Please get the make-up artist. I’ve got an hour left before the shooting starts, so I need to be quick.” The assistant’s eyes turned red. Why was Mimi acting as though nothing terrible had just befallen her? “Who did that to you, Mimi? Was it that producer who wanted to coerce you into sex six months ago? Or was it that horny, disgusting stalker fan?”

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

The half-naked woman masturbating on the couch gets my attention and my cock springs to life in spite of its recent workout. With her blouse open and the side of her skirt unzipped, Maggie's legs are stretched out and her head's thrown back, eyes closed. Her left hand is shoved down her panties, vigorously rubbing her pussy while her right hand is pinching one of her thick nipples, twisting it into a bright red nub. It's been a while since I've seen Maggie naked and my cock hardens all on its own as I stand there mesmerized by her gorgeous white orbs, bouncing magnificently while she thrusts her pussy against her hand.

Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory. Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.