Odeya Rush Nude Novels & Stories

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

I yanked down my pants in one swift motion and whipped out my large member, pointing it straight at her. Maya said coyly, "Oh, Mr. Hill, you're so big!" I lifted her legs, placed them over my shoulders, and slowly moved toward her center. "What's so great about rods? Don't you want my thing to satisfy you instead?" Her face flushed bright red, and her legs began to tremble violently. "I want it! Mr. Hill, hurry up and help me relieve my itch!"

, she moaned aloud. Having her awake, Rush moved up her body, kissing every inch of her skin. After coming to eye level, he smashed his lips on her. Licking her lips and sucking on them to his heart's content. His tongue clashed with her's trying to take in her nectar as much as possible. When they became breathless, Eva moved her face sideways as Rush's face disappeared in her neck, dropping hickies on its way. When she opened her eyes, she saw Liam getting awake. They had slept naked last night, so his eyes took in the scene of Rush on the top of the body, kissing every inch of her, hungrily.

Cousins and uncles milled about, laughter echoing from the deck while kids chased each other near the water’s edge. Maya moved through the crowd with a carefully practiced smile, her white sundress swaying gently against her thick thighs. Underneath, she still felt the lingering effects of Richard’s training from earlier. Her ass was tender but pleasantly full from the plug he had removed only an hour ago, and her pussy throbbed with fresh wetness every time she remembered how deeply he had taken her. She carried a tray of corn on the cob to the long outdoor table, trying to focus on casual conversation while her body betrayed her with constant reminders of her forbidden secret.

With exhaustion and a heavy burden on my shoulders I finally decided to just let myself relax into my slumber with my mates holding onto me like I was fragile and precious cargo. As much as I tried to ignore this sun’s harsh rays against my flesh I just couldn’t and that was slowly starting to piss me the hell off as I struggled to go back to sleep . Huffing in annoyance I slowly gave into the sun’s rude awakening and opened my eyes only to find Odeus already up just looking at me . *Good morning, love ,” I tried as much as I possibly could to control the urge to blush as I awkwardly grabbed onto the bed sheets to hide my naked chest from his gaze .

Just imagine what she’d become if you truly set her free,’ Odeus said. With a tight gulp, I licked my lips and all I could think of was claiming her as mine. Stupid thought, but… Damn! Gritting my teeth, I rubbed my nape, extremely annoyed by the feverish arousal that charged through my body, especially the rush in my cock. Odeus and I gazed at her as one would gaze at the dew on rose petals and the sunrise and the sunset and the auroras and rainbows. Transfixed. Xanthea nervously looked over her shoulder.

Odette feigned annoyance. “You even forgot what you used to call me, and it saddens my heart.” Rush could not understand her. What was the point of calling someone else’s wife a pet name? “I didn’t forget, but you aren’t mine anymore. Can you let me go now? I couldn’t sleep well on the plane, and I need some rest before the funeral.” “I’m not married, Rush, I was just testing you,” Odette revealed. Rush stiffened in the car but felt like his ears weren’t hearing right.

‘Perhaps she wasn’t curious enough to explore the area,’ I thought, then heard the rippling of water and my heart skipped a beat when a figure emerged from the stream, completely nude. “Dear God!” I muttered under my breath, seeing her beautiful body on total display. Her hair which was held up and in a bun atop her head before was left loose now, and it fell down her shoulders, covering her left breast, but leaving the other one uncovered. She was round, full, and luscious. My entire body stood at attention for her. I couldn’t help trailing my eyes down her front to the v spot between her legs and I saw it was matted with hair, I released a shaky breath. Her hips were wide and round and her

Hair in a low, messy knot, strands escaping like she’s already been fucked. She doesn’t wear panties. She promised. She writes “Crashaw – The Weeper” on the board. Bends just enough to write low. The skirt rides up in back. Jesus Christ. A flash of bare skin. The lower curve of her ass. The shadowed split between her cheeks. No fabric. Nothing. Just her. My cock floods instantly, thickening so fast it aches. Pre-cum beads and soaks straight through the sweatpants in seconds, a dark circle spreading at the tip.

Then he saw her. Lila Moreau, 28, a local Creole artist whose paintings dripped with raw fucking, stood on a wrought-iron balcony. Caramel skin shining with sweat, wild dark curls plastered to her neck, full heavy tits barely contained by a tiny purple-and-gold dress already riding up her ass. Her hazel eyes locked on Nashoba through the crowd and her pussy clenched instantly, flooding her thighs. The hunger was immediate. Animal. Filthy. No words. Just primal need.