Mona Freeman Nude Novels & Stories

That would make them well acquainted and could possibly make them accomplices but it still didn't explain why they targeted this pack. My phone vibrated with a message notification from an unknown number. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the message to find a video to which I then played. A battered, bruised, and very naked Monica appeared on screen. Her breathing was labored, chest barely rising and falling. Whoever had her had silver shackles on her wrists, holding her arms above her head. The floor itself seemed to be made of silver. I could only imagine the pain she must have been feeling.

he Dared I tensed, my pulse quickening. Nudity wasn’t a big deal for werewolves; we stripped freely before shifting, often in the presence of others. But I? I have never been naked before anyone apart from Alpha Nathan. “Easy task.” Luna Moroti gracefully stood up and slowly began taking off her clothes. My eyes drifted to the man beside her, and I was expecting him to look angry or annoyed, at least, but he wasn’t. Instead, he had an amused smirk on his face.

It was a lady - getting up from the floor close to the waters. She was naked.

I finally turned back to look her in the face, grinning from ear to ear. 'Damn, boy. Someone is begging to be laid.' My subconscious teased. "Shut up!" I cautioned, shutting my head to eject the unholy thoughts I had of Monica. She was putting on a dark blue strapless crop top that pushed the top of her full breasts upward. The warm light from the chandelier settled on the summit of her breast that it got my mind zoning into unchaste imaginations. She wore a black short that complemented her light brown skin, exposing a perfect pair of shapely legs. She had a tiny ring fixed to her belly button, collecting the remaining ray of light from the chandelier.

My hands shook as I pulled off the t-shirt I wore and began shimming off my pants. “Must I get completely nude? Monica shifted in her nightgown,” I commented to Elina only to hear her huff. “Everything must be removed so it is comfortable for the both of us,” she insisted. Biting my lip I unclasped my bra and took off my underwear. Standing there nude I felt apprehensive. “Now what do I need to do,” I sighed. “Well Jade you need to stop being so rigid and let go so I can take control,” my Lycan growled.

As soon as I told her that I was NOT with law enforcement while I closed the door, Mona removed her very short tan summer dress revealing the gorgeous body beneath the dress. “Oooooh, Gawd...Look at you,” I gasped while my eyes raced up and down her mostly exposed body. Mona was wearing a black garter belt holding up her transparent black nylon stockings. Her brassiere was a half- cup style that pressed her huge 38DD jugs together but left them completely exposed. Mona was not wearing any panties and my dick jumped inside my loose Dockers slacks while I gawked at her smooth bare gash.

"She calmly said, and the naked people eyes widened. Her mother, close her self with her hands. Freya you can't do that, you Can't order us to have sex here with you."her mother yelled, then Freya smile. How about the media watch you and also save your nudes pictures for editing momma."she yelled back. The naked man just stay dumbfounded. He has a happy family waiting for him, which he won't want them to see any of this. He looks up at Freya and she smiles politely at him.

In the next-door house, six men were panting, watching Lina strode to the camera, naked as the day she was born. “Jesus!” One of the new men that were sent over to watch her, breathed the name of god when her shaved vagina filled the screen. The damn camera was HD and they could see everything, down to its pores. “You have been watching this kind of show every day?” He asked with a lecherous grin on his face. Frio slide open the side of the van and kicked the man without a word. “Don’t come back. Run and make sure Eon won’t catch you.”

In addition to the picture of her chest being exposed, she also saw the picture of him changing clothes and naked. The scene was so beautiful that her face turned red. Monique was too embarrassed to raise her head, so she had to bury her head in her legs.

She picked a large white towel, wrapped it around her slim figure, and opened her door, just as Sly had arrived. His well-built chest and sculpted set of six-pack abs made her gulp as his towel hung around loosely, just a little above his latae. Monica wondered if he had anything underneath that towel, as she nervously followed him dumbly. She felt a wave of relief when he led her to the infrared sauna. Turning the temperature to 120 degrees, Sly indifferently let go of his towel, allowing it to fall, as Monica gawked in shock at the thin fabric that held his member in place. Monica has never seen Sly close to this naked. The last time they swam, his trunk was loose and just a little above h