Novel & Cerita Natalia Marquez Nude

Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone. Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She didn't care. The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.

, I still remember the way my heart skipped a beat. "Well? Are you sending the picture or what?" Natalia called drawing me out of my reverie. "Just a Sec," I answered and sent the picture to her. I sent three different ones just to drive the point home. "There...sent," I said when the double tick appeared. "Holy fucking shitttttt!!!" Natalia screamed exactly fifteen seconds after viewing the picture. "You are dating Alexia Monroe?" She screamed. How she went from whispering to screaming so fast didn't even surprise me.

she said huskily as she cut away Grace’s bra and exposed her jiggling tits. Grace was horrified. “Marika! Don’t let her do this to me!” “It’s fun, Mommy,” she said rubbing her hand over her mother’s fleshy tits. “I’ve made it with Manuela. Sex is fabulous.” “Oh … my God!” Grace twisted her body, trying to free herself as Manuela cut away her jeans and panties, exposing her body completely. “My mother is beautiful,” Marika said as she leered down at her pussy. “She makes my mouth water.”

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.

“Come here, baby. Let Mommy take care of you.” Vannia’s heart hammered. This was wrong—taboo in every way—but the aching need between her legs overpowered everything. She let her mother pull her onto the bed. Marcus watched with hooded eyes as Lena peeled off Vannia’s t-shirt, exposing her full, perky breasts and hardened nipples. “Open wide for us,” Marcus commanded softly. “Show Mommy how wet you are.”

More heated. XOXO Natacha_H

Weeks passed. Natalia, now going by Natalie Cross, was integrated into Marcus’s agency. Their partnership was professional during the day, explosive at night. They were assigned a new joint mission: to infiltrate a billionaire’s yacht party to intercept a data transfer. The yacht was a floating palace of white and gold. Natalie wore a backless silver gown that clung to every curve. Marcus was in a tuxedo that made him look both elegant and dangerous. They moved through the glittering crowd as a unit, a whispered word or a touch on the small back guiding their coordination.

"Huh? He has a wife? Wow, that's news to me." "Nate, everything's news to you." Nate pouted at that, making Jackson's face sour. "Drop it, man. You're not cute." "Well, you're missing a whole lot of things. Marco's wife, Selene is a badass. Atleast that you should know. She doesn't take jabs from people messing with her." Nate snorted. "I wouldn't know those things. I was undercover in Namibia for quite some time, remember?" Mav just rolled his eyes, as if any of them hadn't gone undercover all these years. The fucker is just really straight-up clueless.

******** Marcus’ POV I leaned both hands against the sink counter and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I should not feel any guilt. But I did. Even if I hurt Natalia, I had no reason to feel this way. She is a paid woman. Whatever I do to her, whether I hurt her or take what I want, it is all covered. Still, the guilt crept in. I finished cleaning up and went to check on my baby. A smile spread across my face the moment I saw her. She looked just like me. Same features. Same eye colour. I gently touched her soft cheek and kissed her forehead.