Romans & histoires Nude Fiction

Sloughing off their skins, they were reborn as throbbing, living spirits. Ragged, primal breaths tore from our lungs. Three naked women stood side-by-side upon the scorching sand. The breasts and crotches of three women, having endured different years of oppression, were exposed explicitly under the daylight in a breathtaking display of exhibitionism. The feral man, watching this mesmerizing spectacle of flesh, stripped off his worn hemp clothes in a single, brutal motion. A copper-muscled nude body as massive as a mountain. Exuding a terrifying aura of virility between his thighs, a blood-red, heavy girth—reared as thick as a forearm—dangled imposing.

she explained. "A blouse and pants are not art; I'm a work of art naked," Cassian joked, making her laugh. "Conceited much, baby," she said, still laughing. "Are you going to tell me that this," he placed his hand over his member, "isn't art?" "Stop being naughty." "The two of us naked after a hot fuck is also art, a beautiful art," he teased suggestively. "Do you only think about dirty stuff?" Emeraude asked, hearing his laughter.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I rubbed it on half-heartedly, then grabbed my book and stretched out on my stomach, hoping to be left alone. I got maybe five minutes of peace before something elastic smacked my ass. I yelped, grabbed it, and found myself holding his swim trunks. I flung them back at him only to realize he was naked. His cock and balls were right there, searing into my mind. He laughed. “You should try it. It’s a nude beach.” “No way. I’m keeping my clothes on.” I turned back to my book, but my thoughts betrayed me. The image of him standing bare wouldn’t leave me. And against my will, I found myself wondering what the air would feel like against my own body, against skin no one was supposed to see.

I'd lock the door, strip naked, and lay the magazine out on the bed. I'd pile two of her plush pillows under my chest, imagining the soft weight of a woman's body. Then, I'd begin. Humping the bed, the slick friction of the spread against my cock was unreal. Sometimes, l'd cheat. I'd quietly open her top dresser drawer, my fingers brushing against lace and satin, and pull out a bra. A black lace one,a practical nude one, sometimes a scrap of bikini top from summer. She was a double-D. The cups were vast, mysterious landscapes. I'd run myself through them, picturing the heavy, soft flesh they were meant to hold.

Aiden smiled, he felt he had remembered this scene before. Yes, an erotic novel that Nina had been sincere about five years ago and became the link between them. Aiden Supernova is like a god in bed that makes women unable to move. He used to feel so embarrassed reading the scene in the story. But after he recalled it, he felt that it wasn't as bad as he thought. Aiden got up from the couch and approached Nina who was resigned to what Aiden was going to do. He was so crazy about this woman and even if he had to be a bad guy, he didn't care as long as he could be with the woman he loved.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

Nicolas muttered. He twisted my panty near my core and slid his finger inside it. “No..No This can't be happening.” My eyes widened, I clenched my fists and bit the corner of my lips. He started with slowly rubbing my core and pulled down my red lacy panty completely. Now I was stark naked in front of them. I felt something hard under my ass. It was Clover's manhood getting hard beneath his pants. “Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.”

And here I was, naked, dripping my rival’s load, letting him do whatever he wanted. Marcus stepped under the water behind me, his hard body pressing close. His cock, still half-hard, rubbed between my ass cheeks. “Look at you leaking everywhere. My cum running down your legs like a claimed bitch.” “Fuck you,” I shot back, but my voice came out breathy. His hand slid down and spread my cheeks, fingers pushing some of his cum back inside me. “Yeah? Then why are you pushing back on my fingers again?” He added a second one, scissoring me open under the hot spray. “You love this. Hate me but love my cock wrecking you.”

Instead of wearing the clothes, he chose to remain topless. “You can look now,” he said. The satisfaction of Fertine’s reaction is priceless for him. Her eyes turned round, cheeks reddened. She stared down at her fingers. “Why are your eyes always on the ground?” “Are my eyes so melting that you can’t look at me?” he smirked. He waited for her reply, but she only gave silence. “I-I’m leaving… I got your clothes back.” “How rude of you, Fertine. You didn’t even eat the pasta I cooked.” I tried to tease her, but my voice sounded disappointed.