Rachel Evan Wood Nude Novels & Stories

She loved kissing, groping, and sucking Rachel's big tits, but when Rachel tried to go down on her, Isabella gently put on the brakes. She was more than happy, though, to join my wife in worshipping my cock together — their tongues and lips working in perfect harmony. Before she left, I took some incredibly hot nude photos of her, including a few of her and Rachel posing naked side by side, their bodies pressed close. Rachel had shared stories from our decade of swinging, and Isabella confessed she dreamed of finding a man who would happily share her with other lovers.

“Go ahead. I have copies saved in multiple places. One email to your husband and your boss and this whole perfect life you have blows up. So here’s the deal. You’re going to do exactly what I say, or everyone sees what a cheating slut you really are.” She was breathing fast, eyes wet. I could see her hands shaking. “What do you want?” she asked quietly. I leaned back. “Take your top off. Right now.” Rachel stared at me for a long moment, then slowly pulled her tank top over her head. Her tits were perfect, a full C-cups with small pink nipples already hard. She covered them with her arms. “Drop your shorts too. And don’t cover up.” She stood up, pushed her pajama shorts and panties down in o

she teased, hoping he was joking, or at least half-joking. “Ha ha, not funny at all!” Nicholas snorted. “Do you want to do it or not? Before I change my mind.” His hands were already rummaging through a drawer, taking out brushes, tubes of paint, and sketching charcoal. Rachel stood stiffly in front of him. Even though they had slept together multiple times, this felt entirely different. Being naked for fun was one thing. Being naked to be observed for hours—inspected, studied, captured—was a whole new world of vulnerability. Her confidence wavered.

“I thought we were having a regular massage session.” “You don’t mind about this, do you?” Derek asked her. How nice of you to ask now, Rachel thought angrily. “Absolutely, not,” she said and grinned. She had recovered from her initial shock and was now annoyed with herself and Derek who had conveniently forgotten to tell her that they were about to have an X-rated rub-down by a sexy stranger. She shrugged off her robe and strolled stark naked to the vacant massage table beside Derek. Her body may not be perfectly sculpted like Kira’s but she was proud of her full curves and she will not be made to feel like a prude by these two people.

she gasped, her nails scratching his back. Mr. Thompson’s eyes flashed with hunger. "Come for me, Rachel," he urged, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. Rachel’s body tensed, and with a cry, she shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that left her trembling.

EDEN I never made it to the academy. The moment the video loaded, my stomach heaved so hard I barely made it to the bathroom before I was on my knees, retching until my throat burned and my eyes watered. The footage looked so real. Hayden had appeared younger and thinner, with longer hair. He was naked, his pupils dilated, his face twisted in something that looked like rage and lust at the same time. Rachel was beneath him, her wrists bound, blood oozing down her thighs, her mouth open in a silent scream. His hands were around her throat, squeezing.

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.

I raised my glass, got up unsteadily, and exclaimed with a smile, "Congratulations on losing your virginity today, Ms. Mead! How can we not celebrate such a memorable occasion?" Rachel furrowed her brow, her eyes brimming with irritation. "Have you had enough, Charlie? I've already told you—nothing happened between Quentin and me!" I cocked my head to look at her, my gaze sweeping across the suggestive hickeys covering her entire body. Rachel glared at me, flushed with both anger and embarrassment. "You ought to stop projecting your dirty thoughts onto other people, Charlie. Quentin and I have a strictly professional superior-subordinate relationship!" No sooner had she spoken than Quentin s

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.

Rachel was dressed scantily in the video and was dancing sexily in front of more than ten men. She kissed a black man at one moment, and in the next second, she smiled seductively at a white man. At the end of the video, she had even removed her shirt and was practically naked. The video ended at that point and left things to the imagination. Of course, this was a warning to Rachel. If she continued not admitting to things, the videos that would be uploaded next would not be as simple as this one.