Nell Verlaque Nude Novels & Stories

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.

I let the leather straps slide down my arms and Veronica smiled at the sight of my breasts. I drew her head to my breast and felt her mouth on my nipple; it swelled and hardened instantly between her luscious lips. As Veronica suckled, I unzipped my tight pants and wriggled out of them; letting then fall to the floor. I too wore no panties. I gently pushed Veronica’s head away and knelt in front of her. I tried to indicate with my hand that everyone in the room was naked, and then I tugged at her skirt and asked, “OK?”

he interrupted. “What?” I asked, tension rising. “Your image and Vera’s are being dragged. Go online. I’ll call you back.” Before I could press him further, he hung up. What's he talking about? I pulled over, opened my browser, and started scrolling. Then I saw it. Photos. Of Vera and me, intimate, tangled in each other, in my garden. Naked. Though the photos had been edited to hide the explicit parts, it was obvious what we were doing.

Verena grabs the loofah and soaps it up before washing my chest. My eyes widen at the intimate act, but I don’t say anything because something tells me Verena needs to do this. To make sure I’m really okay. Afterwards, I do the same to her, and as I wash the lathered soap from her skin, I can’t help but appreciate just how beautiful her body is. I’m behind her when I let my hand slide down the swell of her breasts and she sucks in a breath when my thumb lingers on her nipple.

It was when Cassian glanced at Vera. Her skin looked very smooth and flawless under the light. She had a perfect figure—in fact, she was blessed with nice curves and amazing assets. Paired with her long and slender legs, Vera was the epitome of a seductress. Her charm was amplified, especially since her clothes were all disheveled. Cassian paused for a moment. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and took a few photos of Vera. As he tapped away on the button, he cackled to himself.

“So you’re just going to let yourself in now?” The voice came from behind her, calm and amused—and it sent a shiver straight down her spine. Aire turned quickly. Too quickly. Marcus Cole stood at the edge of the hallway, tall and solid, dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt and jeans that had no business fitting him that well. His sleeves hugged his arms, tattoos barely visible, salt-and-pepper beard neatly trimmed. He didn’t look like someone’s dad. He looked like trouble. “I—Nia forgot her laptop,” Aire said, words tumbling out faster than she meant them to. “She asked me to grab it.”

De simples mortelles. Un vertige me saisit. Moi, Cassandre, derrière des murs gris, privée de miroir, de parfum, de soie. Moi, réduite à un numéro d’écrou. Alors je change de registre. Je joue ma dernière carte : la victime. Je baisse la tête. Je fais trembler mes épaules. Cette fois, de vraies larmes coulent, brûlantes.

"I am just going to run to the bathroom. I'll be back in two minutes." Anne nodded, already looking back at her tablet. "I will wait here then" Vespera pushed through the restroom door. It was a large facility for a studio bathroom with several stalls, a long mirror above a row of sinks and good lighting. One of the stall doors was closed which meant Lynn was likely inside. Vespera went into the stall at the far end, entered, closed the door and waited. She only came out again after she heard Lynn's stall open and the click of her heels against the tile.

No wonder there's no girl around, but something just isn't quite right. "What's on your mind?" Vera's cheeks were involuntarily flushed, and there was a glint of water at the edges of her eyes as if there was any motivation to mention it and it would come out. Under the dim moonlight, her large and round breasts rose and fell non-stop, each beautiful body curve was vaguely exposed, making the viewer's nose bleed. Vera herself was both struggling and charming, completely different from anyone else. His clothes were still the same, except for his eyes that were dyed with lust that he didn't even know, his lips curled up into a seductive curve and his hands were soon covered with fluid that ea

Vanessa was smiling wildly as she stood by the sofa that Claude had been seating on. She waited until she heard the door shut before she began tugging at the rope of her overcoat. “So, Vannie, what brings you–” The coat fell to the floor and she was stark naked right in front of me. Her huge breasts rested on her chest and her dark nipples were hard and pointed. I swallowed saliva as my eyes continued to take in the view, her flat tummy accentuated with a navel ring, her wide hips and then the V taper that led to her crouch.