Octavia Spencer Nude Novels & Stories

Looking up, Octavia’s skin glistened in the dimly-lit room, her head flung back with her beautiful hair hanging behind her shoulders. It was all too much for me, her boobs pointed skyward with her nipples standing erect and even pinker than I remembered it to be. I wanted to fuck her, seeing her like this completely at my mercy was torturous, my cock twitched, it was unbearable but tonight is all about her pleasure and not mine.

Abby got to the private room with a drink in hand and found Spencer sitting on the couch with a lit cigar in hand. “I heard you ordered a drink and a side snack," Abby said, handing him the drink and leaning seductively toward his face. With the sensual music playing Abby moves her waist to the melody of the song, she takes off her shirt to reveal a silk-red bra, massaging her extremely oily body, she sits on Spencer, grinding her body against his flowing to the sound of the music, the tension is building, she takes off her bra showing off her perky breasts standing firm and pointing towards him, she shakes her upper body almost in slow motion moving her breasts side to side, while still on

He expected this scene yet was a bit irritated. “The fuck are you doing here?” While Lloyd sat upright on the bed, she became oblivious to what to do. Leave, surely, but the sheets were being used by him to hide his nakedness. Still, the eyes of Robert Willams were going to burn her to crips if she didn't get the hell out. So, immeasurably embarrassed, Octavia stood, nude, from the bed. The red-haired had her eyes lowered as she rushed out of there. She was even crying.

On Saturday night, Marina and I were ready to go to the school party, wearing our new dresses. Mine was nude , with small sparkles of sequins, cut shoulder crossed, bodycon slit that started from the bust and emerged towards the side, almost meeting the slit of the tight skirt, which went up to the apex of the thigh. Since my belly still was not showing and my breasts were slightly bigger due to the pregnancy, it had made me as sexy as I have ever been.

"You could make fire like a cavewoman." "If a cavewoman is as sexy as I am, what's not to like?" she smirked. That's when I noticed, she had taken off her knitted blazer. I couldn't take my eyes off her body. How her slightly damped shirt clung to her perfect frame, showing off her goddess curves. The way her golden wet hair swayed as she walked toward me made my jaw drop. "What are you looking at?" she asked. "Oh...nnn...nothing," I stuttered. Octavia came up beside me. Our shoulders brushed against each other. She pointed to the drawing I was holding.

I need to cool off and maybe get laid myself. When we arrive, I find myself surrounded by beautiful Werewolves and mediocre humans. None remotely my type, I settle for a werewolf from my pack. Octavia, she has been hot on my tail since she shifted. Octavia is a decent looking wolf, Short brown hair that reaches her neck, brown eyes deep chocolate skin and a so-so body. I mean she has a decent size chest but no ass at all. Whatever, I need to release some of this pent-up frustration my body has. After doing a few shots I grabbed her by the hand and led her to my car. She has a skimpy dress on with no panties. What a whore.

"Damn you, Octavia, I have just proclaimed my love and been told I'm of no consequence to you!" Lady Octavia Lupton, a mid-twenties delicate blonde waif of a woman, leaned against the door as she adjusted the bodice of her dress instinctively. Her floor-length lilac gown covered a multitude of sins, including the fact her undergarments were no longer there. "I was very clear about what I wanted Craig." Her voice was as crisp as cut glass. When she'd been panting his name twenty minutes earlier it had been the sweetest sound on earth. Now it was cold, aloof and Craig Thornfield knew he would never see beneath that veneer again.

She had this blankness that lets him see her according to his fantasy, whether of love, lust, danger or voluptuousness. Staring at him emptily, wearing no facial expression, she reached for the knot that secured the towel around her breast and gave it a little tug. The piece of cloth fell to the floor; she was completely naked like the good lord made her. Gracefully, she placed her right hand on her hips transferring most of her weight onto that leg, while slightly bending the other at the knee. Posed like a model, she instinctively emphasized the glorious curves of her voluptuous feminine figure.

How dare he reduce my needs to nothing more than extra sex? With a snarl of outrage, I shoved Noah off of me hard enough to make him stumble back a step. Then, with an exaggerated roll of my shoulders, I let the robe slip off of me completely—pooling in a puddle of crimson silk at my feet. I stood there, my chin held high and my spine straight, every inch of my nudity on full display. “Is this what you want?” I spat, gesturing toward my naked body with bitter disdain. “Because you should know by now, Noah, more sex isn’t anywhere near enough for me. Not anymore.”

ENYINNAYA A lot of questions run through my mind as I sit in my office, with my iPod in my ear, Omah Lay's Bad influence sounds directly into my ears, while I keep staring at the picture of the lady that is my screen saver; Iris Adelana. She is dressed in a white bum short and a bikini bra. Her long, full hair that is left unpacked forms an afro on her head, giving her diamond shaped face, a fullness. Her black skin glowed with the wetness of the beach water on her skin and, an added effect from the sun of that afternoon. Her long, legs ended in foots that were bare of any foot wear except the beach sand on which they stood. She exuded innocence, femininity and strength in one picture, she w