Neiva Mara Nude Novels & Stories

“She makes my mouth water.” “Mine too,” Manuela cooed as she gently caressed Grace’s thighs. “Her pussy looks delicious.” Marika’s head was spinning. It was the first time she had ever seen her mother fully naked. Her mouth dried up as she kneaded her mother’s jiggling tits meat. “Stop it, Marika!” her mother gasped. “Don’t do this! It’s wrong!” “No it isn’t,” Marika sighed. “I’ll prove it.” She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over her mother’s pussy clits.

Ripe proud mountains that were created solely for the purpose of a gentle hike and some measured touches graced Maru’s sights. The pink hues of their tops were like strawberries that begged for attention in their hardened guise. Mistress Ais who was the sole focus in the room was not the least bit ashamed of her nudity. Instead she even raised her back to invite the touch and exotic tending of Maru. “Too bold and daring!” While beside the two were the wide eyed Ezperanza who remained a silent witness to it all. It did not help the fact that she too was experiencing a pleasure overload by how gentle Maru's hands were on her skin.

Mara grunted. "I need to go," Mr. Holt didn’t even finish and pulled away. I knew he would leave her half pleased, but well, my video contained their voices, faces, and them fucking naked completely fine. But I still didn’t shut the video down. I had more plans. "Why? I am wet and horny for you, Zeon," Mara said in her seductive tone, walking over to him and holding his dick in her hands. "Mara! Don’t be ridiculous; my wife is outside. I will go and check on her," he rolled his eyes because he didn’t feel like fucking her, or maybe he just wanted her to put in more effort.

His body gleamed in firelight, muscle stacked on muscle, scars like warnings etched into his skin. The Second undressed more deliberately, never breaking her gaze, as though daring her to look away. His chest was broad, his body carved with restraint—but the hardness between his legs betrayed the control he fought to keep. Mara’s breath hitched as she shed her last barrier. Naked, she stood before them like a queen on her throne, every inch of her trembling not with fear but with fire. Her voice came steady, commanding. “On your knees. Both of you.” The First stiffened. The Second’s eyes burned. But slowly—grudgingly—they sank to the floor before her.

I can always get whatever information I need from Maria, she’s ever willing to share. “There’s a video of Nate dancing on a pole,” Maria says with a laugh. She pushes her phone in front of my face, I grimace at the video of the shirtless boy that appears on her screen. He is drunk, he has to be. No way will a sane boy be grinding on a stick or kissing it with such passion. Ew. “He’s so shameless.”

But she, a seasoned professional, deftly evaded his attack and engaged him in combat. >> After removing her makeup, they strolled down the street, Mara still clad in her oversized, peculiar dress cleverly wired to resemble a pregnant woman's attire. "Mara, doesn't your wound hurt?" Evelyn inquired with concern. "It's fine, I'm accustomed to such injuries," Mara replied casually. "And no, I don't plan on telling my husband about our activities. I prefer to earn my own money without relying on his support." Just then, they spotted an ice cream bar. "I want two strawberry ice creams," Mara declared with a pout. Evelyn crossed the road to fulfill her request while Mara waited. Then...

Her voice was calmer. Ryan spoke up. "We will like to cross over to the other side" Mara scoffed. "Did you try to cross my bridge?". They stared at each other. "Answer me". They pointed at Ryan. Mara pointed at Ariana, ignoring their accusations. "I know you" "My mom is the white witch of the Ivory Coast" Mara smiled. "You look so much like her". She suddenly changed her facial expression. "What are you doing here?. What's worth risking your lives for?"

I muttered and he nodded, tightening his hold on me. “We will get them out of there Amara, I promise. But while I wish we could storm the pack today, its just not possible. With all of this going on it’s going to take a while until we can spare the manpower.” I nodded against his skin. “I know.” I muttered, I just wish that it wasn’t the case. I tried really hard to ignore the fact that my mate was naked, but the heat in my cheeks let me know I was failing miserably as Able directed us back under the spray of the shower, turning me so my back was to his chest and started massaging shampoo into my long hair.

She stopped for a while and leaned her back against a tall tree. “If you walk on the highway naked, I assure you that you will be in trouble. I’m not saying this to generalize men in Drysdale, but some of them were just born perverts, you know.” “W-what?” Amara glanced back at the human who was carefully watching her from a distance. “I said some men were just born perverts, and if one of them sees you walking naked on the highway, you’ll be in big trouble...” “No, not that one!” Amara walked towards her and gripped her arms firmly. “Where are we?”

CASSANDRA The day opens like a wound: clean, cold, beyond redemption. The neon lights hum overhead like flies that refuse to die. I rise before the alarm can summon me. The others are still asleep, heads pressed against their pallets, breaths uneven and heavy. I leave the cell in silence, the way one slips out of a church in the middle of Mass without disturbing the devotion. Rina is already waiting near the door. She smiles at me from the corner of her mouth, the way someone smiles at a bet already won.