Natalie Florence Nude Novels & Stories

A fucking machine attached to the back. "We're going to test your stamina. Are you ready whore?" Her eyes grew large, not used to being called such a vulgar name, but it turned her on more in a weird sense. Her pussy was soaking wet; she could feel it soaking through her thong. "Okay whore remove your clothes and get into the stockade!" Nadia removed her dress and thong. Her nipples hardened as the air touched them. He ran his fingers between her legs."Already wet for me, I see. Get in the stockade, and if you're a good girl, I might fuck you."

CHAPTER 3 MIA The fire’s down to glowing embers, throwing soft orange light across the living room. Cal’s sprawled on the couch in nothing but sweatpants, laptop balanced on the coffee table, scrolling through N*****x like this is a normal night and we’re not three days deep into the sex olympics. “Pick something dirty,” I say, crawling over the back of the couch and flopping across his lap. “Or something with explosions. I’m not picky.”

Jasper turned around and stood at the door, looking at her in the mist. Natalie had just come out from the shower, and her hair was still wet. She wiped her hair with a dry towel and wore a white dress. The water droplets on her hair fell on her shoulders, back, and chest. Her clothes got wet and turned slightly transparent. Jasper thought of the nymph in Greek Mythology. Her eyes were clear and sparkling. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Jasper couldn't help but be starstruck by her. Natalie saw that it was Jasper in the room instead of Eli. His burning eyes made her face flushed red, "Is this the room you used to stay in?"

Into fertile wombs. Natalie quivered beside me as her mother swung from the pole. She had her back to the pole and spread her legs wide, the denim hugging her plump pussy lips. She had no panties on. She was clearly shaved. "Shit," I groaned. Her mom slid down it until she lay on the ground. She humped the air at us as she ripped off her pasties. Fat, dark-pink nipples sprang out. They were huge, topping those big, quivering boobs. She rose up, the men throwing dollars at her feet.

The water jets danced gracefully, resembling vibrant flowers blooming under the gleaming light. Natalie stood by the fountain, wearing a flowing gown that perfectly complemented the elegant, cream-colored surroundings. Joshua didn't expect to see Natalie in such a refined state of elegance. She wasn't usually linked with this level of sophistication. However, against the cream-colored backdrop, Natalie exuded an air of purity and grace. She was undoubtedly beautiful, yet there was a subtle sense of peculiarity as if she didn't quite fit into this environment. This poised and sophisticated demeanor starkly contrasted with Natalie's usual self, leading Joshua to reminisce about Natasha from th

Natalie didn't even react. Quickly, I stood her back up and peeled her tight jeans from her goose bump covered legs. I took her bra off her, and her nipples were standing very erect from the cold. Finally, I peeled her wet panties off her, revealing her neatly trimmed bush. I couldn't help noticing all this, even though my thoughts were just to get her warm. I hadn't seen Natalie naked since she was twelve, and I'd often wondered what her body looked like. This wasn't the time to take a long look, however. I stripped her socks of her feet and got her under the covers. She lay there in a fetal position and shivered while I stripped naked, my ordinarily respectably sized cock embarrassingly sh

But even then, I had the feeling from the way Natalie's eyes would occasionally trail down the hall that it excited her to potentially be caught. While I knew for a fact that she was the most gorgeous woman on this planet, I didn't want anyone to see her naked but me. It was hard enough having my people witness her in her skin-tight yoga pants and tank tops as she worked out. She was a walking wet dream, one that I had several times. I knew they thought about her and pictured her. They were respectful, but their eyes would trail after her and over her everywhere she went. Even a few of the women would be caught admiring her. It only fed my ego and pride that she was mine.

Hannah turned to do just that, but the next second, the channels switched. Chloe's eyes lit up as she asked curiously, "Who's that pretty lady?" Anathea glanced in the direction Chloe was pointing and saw Natalie's delicately made-up face on the television screen. The scar on Natalie's face was basically invisible at this point, even under the scrutiny and harsh lights of the media's cameras. She must have taken great pains to have the scar removed or hidden. Meanwhile, over at Presgrave Manor in Castenea, Natalie wore a one-shoulder, lilac dress that accentuated the slope of her fair neck. She looked like a poised, elegant white swan.

Natalie was downstairs, sprawled across a pool side chair, wearing a very skimpy bikini set with glasses and facing up with a contented glow on her face. Occasionally she'd glance up at Chase's windows, her scantily clad body not sparing anything to the imagination, and positioning herself in a manner that Chase could easily sight her at a glance out of his window. She was all about the teasing, if there was anything more she could do in order to grab Chase's attention, she sure as hell would be doing it, he was her fiance after all, she was permitted to go through any lengths. Natalie was in a very good mood and suddenly, her phone rang,

"That girl is quite simple-minded. She's soft and gentle in character, and she can do anything she sets her mind on. I sometimes wonder how an intelligent yet innocent girl like her has such an unsightly past." Nathan didn't want to dwell on her past. He hummed. "What is she doing now?" Florence said, "She went to trim the flowers. The flowers in the greenhouse are blooming splendidly, and I thought of placing some in the living room." Nathan finished his tea and stood up. "I'll help with the trimming." Florence was stunned. "What?" But before Florence could register the situation, Nathan had already left. Florence leaned on the couch and watched as Nathan hurried away. She thought her ears