Natalie Florence Nude Novels & Stories

I passed through the main door of the nightclub after the guard checked my identity card, though I was impatient with such procedures. I froze the moment I stepped inside that damn nightclub. I couldn't believe my eyes. My blood froze in my veins for a second, then it started boiling like a wild volcano. Natalie was the star of the party tonight, seemingly determined to entertain every man in the venue at the expense of her own dignity. She danced in the middle of the floor, nearly naked, wearing only her underwear. The drunken men surrounded her like flies drawn to honey, while others, sober enough to handle their phones, filmed her and posted the spectacle on social media.

When he opened the door, trouble was indeed waiting: Natalie, glowing from the pool lights, and a tall stranger with a sunburned grin and rolled sleeves. Natalie was a pretty girl, and everyone who knew her loved her. She stood just to the left of center, her shorter frame lit by the blue glow of the pool lights, her dark brunette hair swept into a glossy clip, and a tan that looked like it came with a warning label. She had curves that tested gravity, thick in the hips, full in the chest, all of it poured into a body-con mini dress that did not come to play. Her laugh came easily, and she knew how to throw a look over her shoulder that could make a priest reconsider his vows.

I toss her on the couch, then I walk back to Natalie, who is already stroking her pussy in anticipation of what is about to happen. Natalie is wild, and she has probably imagined a cuckquean kink sex. I pull her hand away from her gown and then run my hands up her thighs to the base of her panties. I take it off at once, revealing her fresh and shaved pussy, which is oozing with her juice. "You are so wet," I say to her, rubbing my hand gently on her core before slipping three fingers in at once. "Fuck me, please," she begs, grabbing my neck and pressing her lips on mine.

I cuss under my breath as images of Nathalie sprawled on the bed in her panties and bra suddenly pops into my mind. Fuck. I can't keep the image out of my head and it's driving me fucking crazy. I think I need a quick break. I take off my shirt using it to fan my sweaty body. Turning around, I do a double-take at the sight of a wide eyed Nat at the entrance. She is putting on a skimpy pink crop top and a white short short that puts her long legs on a perfect display. I let out an inaudible groan, my cock automatically straining in my briefs as an image of those legs wrapped around my head replaces the one on my mind.

"Thanks for asking." I then slipped by, a couple of rows back, to take my own seat. I just sat down and settled in, with my books and pen ready to go, when I saw Natalie walk into class. Every time I laid eyes on her became an exercise in keeping my jaw from hitting the floor. Natalie had the most developed, matured body I'd ever seen of any student in school. She was ridiculously gorgeous, with a full body, great ass and a huge pair of tits that I'd only ever seen porn stars have.

Natalie stepped away from her and a strangely broad smile spread across her lips. Katherine was dumbfounded as her mouth was agape with awe. She wondered how Natalie could change her expression in a matter of seconds. “Oh, don’t play dumb,” Natalia sneered. “No one shares Lucifer’s bed. You must think you’re pretty special, huh?” she went on. “I—I didn’t—” Katherine tried to protest, but Natalia cut her off. "I think you're a little overdressed" Natalie smirked, gawking her body, especially her straight long legs. "Those would do" she nodded at the legs, then raised Katherine's chin with with her index finger, before moving away from her.

' The sun had just risen at that point, and the morning light shone in, creating a hazy golden light around Natalie's body, which looked indescribably holy. Darryl was taken aback when he saw that. Natalie's face flushed as she felt Darryl's gaze and was indescribably shy. Her heart was pounding at the same time. In fact, Natalie had always admired Darryl and fantasized about being Darryl's woman. She was also aware that she was the Raksasa Tribe's Empress. She could not be with Darryl due to her extraordinary status. She never imagined that Darryl would see her naked body one day.

Nolan contemplated that for a second and bent his head towards her ear and groaned as he felt how excited she was. Natalie screamed and squealed as another painful surge of fire came over her. There was sweat on her forehead as she withered in pain that not even the touch of Nolan's lips could save her from it. She panted and groaned as the urge to rip off her clothes was getting too much, so much that she practically ripped her shirt off and exposed her chest to him. Nolan's eyes darted to her chest and he moaned at the sight. He couldn't stop himself as he planted small kisses across her breast line making Natalie squeal. Afterwards he leaned in to her ear and panted softly before he opene

"When Flora fell into the sea, her body was hardly recovered. The chances of her being alive are almost zero." Natalie sat on the bed for half an hour, feeling lost and not understanding why she felt a sense of melancholy. She should be happy to have escaped tonight. When Oliver came back, she would have to go through another round of emotional support. Annoying. Natalie casually scrolled through I*******m for a while, and the online controversy surrounding her had subsided. She hadn't responded to the identity of her partner, and soon a large number of people suspected that Natalie had simply found a marriage certificate and claimed to be married to whiten her image. In reality, she had nev

Nathanial crouches beside me, taking the knife from my hand, and he presses the tip beneath Flynns’ chin. “Don’t worry, it will all be over shortly. I bet you thought you had won the fucking lottery after my girl turned 18, didn’t you?” He grabs Flynns’ greasy hair and yanks his head back. Flynn smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth with his eyes glistening under the white light dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-”