Novel & Cerita Rachel Cannon Nude

"After that ... we started kissing each other whenever we were in bed together. It just ... felt right. She was comforting me, holding my demons at bay and I was so happy and loved and ecstatic to have her there. One night, though, I woke up to the bed swaying ... and I could see Rachel in the moonlight, her nightshirt raised to her hips, her hand in her panties ... she was moaning softly, grunting as her hand moved. I asked her what she was doing and she yanked her hand out of her panties and I could see it glisten in the moonlight. I didn't ... I had never ... masturbated ... before. She showed me, though. She showed me what she was doing, how I could make myself feel so good with my hands

He opens his unread messages on his inbox, scrolls through them, and opens those that have been marked as important. He was about to press the lock button, a notification appeared, popping up in a banner at the top of his screen and revealing a photo that made his wolf growl in a mad fury. It was the picture sent by Mr. Kahl. A picture of his mate, Rachel wearing a close to nothing clothes with a guy and an afro-haired black woman. There wasn’t any wrong in the picture aside from the choice of clothes she wore and the place they were in. Dancing in a pub.

Noah's POV "Rachel Houston," Juliet’s voice echoed through the room, calm but ringing with finality. The moment she said it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Rachel Houston, the woman behind RA Lavantado, the brand everyone had been talking about for years. How could this be possible? Rachel, of all people? The same Rachel who had been a ghost since that one night, the same Rachel I had thought was out of my life forever, was now standing before everyone as a global fashion icon.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.

Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?

In one video, Joel and Michael were shirtless, lounging by the window, and smiling at her. Rachel sat nearby, blushing. She bit her lip as she sketched their bodies onto a large sheet of paper. The camera didn't capture anything below the waist, but judging by her drawing, there was nothing on them. The caption read, "I've seen that perfect body one too many times that I'm starting to get bored. I'm not in a rush to finish this sketch, but they're so invested in my life, they won't even waste time on phone calls." Not long after I scrolled past that, Rachel went live. Joel was washing her underwear on the live stream while Michael massaged her lower belly.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

I looked down, and my blood almost froze. His private messages were stuffed full of my so-called nude photos and explicit videos. Even more infuriatingly, Rachel had brazenly sent him private messages to harass him. [My dear handsome boy, I like you so much! Your girlfriend Zoey Jones doesn't deserve you! She's not exactly innocent and naive like she portrayed! Come find me, and I'll tell you everything!"

Ravenna Roberts was on her knees in the center of the dark room, completely naked except for the tight black leather collar around her delicate neck. The faint red light from a lamp bathed her fair skin, highlighting the generous curves of her heavy breasts, her slim waist, and her large, round, perky ass that she kept slightly raised, like a silent offering. Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.