Nikocado Nudes Novels & Stories

“I’ll continue what you can’t do myself!” I got up on my knees on the bed and ripped my pyjama shirt off, throwing it across the room. My shorts and panties came down next. I kicked them away until I was completely naked. Nico stopped right at the doorway. He looked back. His eyes moved slowly over my bare tits, my stomach, and between my legs. His chest was rising and falling fast, fists clenched at his sides. He looked like he was in actual pain. But he still turned away.

Nico was naked from the waist down, and the very obvious evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss. Daniela sucked in such a sharp breath that her entire chest hurt. Heat rushed into her face so quickly that she was convinced she might actually catch fire. Shock. Horror. And, much to her own betrayal, a tiny spark of excitement. Nico stared at her with an expression that seemed to say, Come hither, my Hellcat. I worked very hard for this. As though that was not enough, he lifted one hand and curled two fingers toward himself in what he apparently believed was an irresistibly seductive invitation.

I ask trying to figure out what happened. "So he thought it was your number and decided to send naked pictures to a married woman? Okay" He dials a number and waits as it rings. Woah! I can't even remember what the guy's name is, but he actually sent naked pictures to Nico? That must have been traumatizing for Nico. Poor Nico, having to see all that. I faked a cough, trying to stop myself from laughing. Nico gives me a glare that tells me not to even think of it and I take a sip of my milk shake.

~ELENA~ Nico is so in groove after his release that he looks dizzy as he pulls out and stares at the mess he has left behind. Riccardo's cock is still inside me. What a fucking view!! I push down so he can see the cum dribbling, and feel the horny slop of more when Riccardo's cock pulls free. I let it drip onto my tongue, then suck it all off, murmuring, “Nice work, guys.”

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

Nico My trainer is ready as he stands in his black, knee length shorts, his bald head with a tattoo on it of a skull with a patch over one skull eye. Not very attractive which is a shame because Nikolei is a good-looking man, he has dark skin with amber eyes, almost like a cat. “Morning Boss, where is the lady?”

“Come on.” Before I can ask where, he’s already leading me toward the stair which now led inside. The music grows louder and I miss the sea. The inside is drenched in red light and perfume. Laughter bubbles around but it feels wrong to me, it makes me feel smile. And there is Nico. Shirtless. In swimming shorts, leaning against the bar with a drink in one hand and a girl in each arm. One of them is topless, giggling as she runs an hand down his abs.

Cheerleading Slut (2) When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting. There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

What made it especially appalling was the fact that there were three guys, Nicole included. I saw three of them standing around her like expectant children waiting for their Christmas gifts. She was kneeling beside them, serving each of them by sucking their cocks. Their jersey shorts were down, and their rounded butts, which faced me, clenched as she stroked and pulled on their cocks.