Octavia Spencer Nude Novels & Stories

"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.

To my surprise, he simply gave a slight nod, his fingers tightening around mine reassuringly. “We promise,” he said firmly. Ophelia’s features softened somewhat as she regarded us, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Good.” She nodded with a self-satisfied smile and hoisted herself up onto the shore, standing in her full, nude glory on the rocks. Placing her hands on her hips and turning to us with no shame about her naked body being on full display, she grinned theatrically. “I like it here,” she said. “This is better than any expensive resort I could have booked.”

She had her arms propped behind her head, the obsidian bikini top she wore on display. The spider web design was overlaid by a shimmery material that made her chest sparkle any time she moved. I didn’t at all miss the appreciative look Delaney had given her when she stepped out of the bathroom. When paired with her colored hair and dark eye make-up, it gave her an extra dose of intimidation that even her petite frame couldn’t ruin. Olive took one look at me, or rather, my chest, and sighed loudly. “I love women.” Delaney burst into a fit of musical laughter. “No, you love breasts.”

He told her. With a hand firmly holding her waist, he used his other hand to get rid of his trousers, making Octavia moan more and forget about his comment when her hole came in contact with his now erected member. She couldn’t help herself, dropping to her knees and she held his member. “It always grows big.” She giggled before taking it to her mouth. After aiding in killing her husband, Octavia had worked on going back to her younger self, making her look like a twenty-three years old adult. While she had tried to do so on Zane, it didn’t work out as she had thought it did on her.

Her Cupid lips moved in a sequential tune with her jaw, Aprons never looked more sexy as her erected nipples glared through it. Sophia wasn’t wearing a shirt. The only fabric covering her supermodel body was the apron which she pulled off right in front of me just to flaunt her perky and firm peach full Breast with her nipples laying apple red. Her hands brushed through her hair in the most sexiest of way ever. She is a definition of perfect and I guess that was the statement she was trying to make “hey violet I am sexy and you can never, ps look at my boobs”. How can one be perfect but has a disgusting attitude. Her face came closer to Mine,

Perhaps, by the time she's done resting and the symptoms still persist, she'd go to Leo for s solution. *********************** Octavia's heart skipped as the word resounded in her ear. Strip. Oh, God! He was going to do it again. It was going to happen again! She bit her lower lip as she started undressing. First, she took off her shirt, then her skirt and left with her underthings, she took them off as well. And finally, she was standing stark n@ked in front of him. Khalid turned around to behold the appealing sight in front of him.

Octavia Everly was willing to sacrifice her dignity to climb onto Ronan's bed. Already with some of her buttons undone, she deliberately pulled them down further, and her clothes slipped off, leaving her completely exposed. Octavia Everly stood boldly near Ronan's office desk, shamelessly displaying her body. Ronan calmly observed her exaggerated performance, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. Five seconds later. "Ah! It hurts so much!" A scream and the sound of a heavy object falling echoed through the villa. Octavia Everly was thrown near the study's door, wincing in pain as she locked eyes with a pair of dark, intense eyes.

"I saw those pictures of you...naked." "What are you trying to say? Just spill out the nonsense you want to say already and stop beating around the bush," Octavia yelled as a frown fell on her face, she remembered when that lady had given her those pictures at the restaurant, they were just pictures of her bare back laying on the bed next to Keir. It wasn't anything explicit but hearing Alex using the word naked and knowing he sent that lady to taunt her, it could only mean two things, it was either he was bluffing to get on her nerves or he actually had other pictures of her naked.

For a second, Octavia froze on top of Declan. The thick, hard length of him pressed right against her most sensitive spot. Her body reacted badly, thighs trembling, pussy clenching with sudden needs. She felt herself getting wet, fast. “What the hell…” she whispered, shocked at her own reaction. She scrambled off him quickly, heart pounding. Even though she still hated him, her body was betraying her completely. She wanted him. Badly. Octavia stood beside the bed, breathing hard. Declan was completely drunk and half-asleep, mumbling her name. She stared at him for a long moment. Then, without thinking, she reached down and started undressing him.