Natalya Neidhart Sexy Novels & Stories

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

NATE The penthouse party was loud with bass and drugs. It was my kind of party except I wasn't feeling it tonight. People danced under colored lights, champagne flowed, and half-naked girls circled me like sharks. One in particular, a tall I*******m model with platinum hair and a dress that barely covered her ass, had been grinding against me for twenty minutes. Her hand slid down my chest, as she brushed her lips against my ear. “Come on, Nate,” she purred, pressing her tits into my arm. “My place is two floors down. I’ll suck that famous dick so good you’ll forget your own name.”

The other girl almost screamed because of the thrill. Troy and Dante looked at each other as they listened to the women’s conversation. They also looked at Dylan at the same time, and the aura on his face was already dark. “Why do you look unhappy, Dindin?” Jessa commented to one of their companions. “I’m disappointed; I thought Sir Alexander and his grumpy personal assistant had chemistry,” Dindin responded sadly. “Crazy, that was the result of you watching that BL series so much. When the CEO hears you, you’ll be in trouble, and you’ll even mistake him for gay.” Jessa hit her friend.

Theodore goaded, coming to the aid of his favorite show. “Nothing, just that right now I prefer something… naughty.” She reddened right after looking at everything but Theodore. He grinned, giving her a knowing side-eye. “How about the outlander?” “I loved the sex scenes,” she smirked, tongue in her cheek. “Me too,” Theodore confirmed with a light blush. “Maybe Tudors will be the better option in that regard.” He remembered the many explicit scenes in the series. “Sold,”

With her final statement, she plugged her eyes open, staring sadly at Fennick who was having the cutest grin on his face. He brought out his hands for her to take and led her into the spring water like how all Lock Hearts pack shifters do, she knelt while Fennick said some rites about her having a glorious and peaceful life after her twenty-first birthday then, he used his manly hands to hold up the water from the spring which was referred to as Safe water and dropped it on her head while it slipped to her whole body. He did it again and again while she chuckled at his actions. Thanks to him, she always has a tremendous birthday.

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

"How old are you, little Lady?" A genuine smile appeared on her lips and she came closer, blushing, "I'm five! My name is Alisha, by the way! What's your name?" "Oh, so you have the name of one of the founders of the Caspien Empire," she nodded, proudly. "My name is Natasha Nicholai-" wait, what? I gulped, covering my mouth with my hands. What is happening? "I…"

The slow seductive act of gradually unveiling more and more of her milky skin made Anatoly gulp hard and his pants now had a dent. Nadia saw that her act was working. She didn't know much about seductive dance, but she did know the basics which meant moving one's hips and ass in a slow manner. She took off the last piece of her nightwear and only her panties were on. Nadia hated wearing bra at night so her perky breasts were out and Anatoly wanted to devour them. But of course he refrained for as long as he could. He didn't want Nadia thinking that she was getting him so hard an impatient in a matter of seconds. And for a moment, the sight of Nadia's prosthesis didn't seem to bother Anatoly,

Rita's makeup enhanced her features, adding an air of seduction to her already alluring appearance. As the bedroom door swung open, Rita greeted Nathan with a wide smile, her eyes gleaming with desire. Nathan, captivated by her provocative presence, couldn't help but drop his laptop, his attention instantly drawn to the temptress before him. "You look stunning, bitch" he whispered, his lips moistening in anticipation.