Rachel Evan Wood Nude Novels & Stories

I lied halfheartedly, "Maybe she felt cooped up. Getting some fresh air is probably good for her." A second later, her phone chimed again, and my eyes instantly caught the glaring message on the screen: [Rachel! The nude photos and videos are working wonders! One rich old lady already offered 300 thousand dollars in advance, though she's almost seventy. Looks like Michael's first night is going to be real wild. Hahaha!] Only then did I realize there was a miniature camera hidden in the bedroom—one capable of livestreaming everything in real time. Which meant the naked state I'd just been exposed in hadn't only been witnessed by the group of female voyeurs across the street.

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.

The beauty of her body is completely exposed, which makes Nicko furious again. While at the edge of the pool, Rachel wore more loose clothing. The size looks very mini. The bikini worn by Rachel was also thin enough to highlight her sensitive areas. Actually, Rachel's body is not inferior to Josephine's appearance. But in Nicko's eyes, of course, that woman means nothing. At this time, Rachel was deliberately teasing Nicko, sneaking glances at him and dripping warm water, which she took with her palm on her chest. He wanted to make sexy and seductive moves in front of Nicko.

His second pupils were expanding; Barrett was awakening from whatever slumber Evander put him under. I reached to the front of my bra and undid the front clasp, letting my size D cup breasts slightly pop out of the cups holding them. I didn’t shed my bra immediately, I let it lay across my large, brown, areolas. I watched Evander’s stoic face start to crack as my open front bra slid across my breasts exposing a little more of me. “Fuck.” Evander growled quietly, under his breath. He reached up to touch me, as I stood there in front of him, naked, except for my slowly falling open bra. Our legs the only thing touching each other, mine naked, his still clad in his pants.

“Men are just like the same! They are all asses! They just want your pussies, girls! Once they’d popped your cherries, they would jump to another cherry. I’m telling you, Stan is no different from other men. He’s a douche hiding behind his kind facade and flawless reputation.” “Rachel, you’re drunk. Stop talking.” Grace stopped her while shaking her head. Rachel scoffed again. “What? I was telling the truth! He’s just like Nik, Blakely’s rude and snobbish brother!” I was no longer listening to Rachel’s drunken rants because of the notification I received. Nik posted a picture. It was a photo of a woman, sexy and hot. She's lying on the bed, obviously naked. Behind her was Nik, smoking hot wh

Her eyes widened in shock as she fell straight into the tub. "Ah!" "Uh…" Tyler groaned under her weight. At the same time, cold water poured down from the shower, soaking them both completely. Rachel was embarrassed and dripping wet, and she grabbed the sides of the tub to pull herself up. At that moment, she seriously wanted to kill Yvette. She looked up and caught Tyler's half-closed eyes staring at her. He was wearing only a soaked white shirt now, and the water made the curves of his body visible. Rachel could even see his toned abs—he definitely worked out a lot. Higher up, his Adam's apple stuck out as the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

It’s not like I wasn’t coming here anyway. I open the door and begin my walk to his desk looking at the curious package when noises finally infiltrate the barrage of thoughts flowing within my head. I immediately stop and look up. Tyson Evans has Rachel bent over his desk, fucking her from behind. His eyes are closed but hers are staring right at me. She has an evil smirk on her face and her eyes look like they are glowing. I break my gaze on her and look back up at him, shocked at what I am seeing.

"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings, sometimes they come true. Have you been back to the asylum again?" "No, "Rachel answered, averting her eyes. "I haven't had the time. " Which was a complete lie of course. Now that her work schedule was hardly packed, she spent her evenings watching Brazilian telenovelas on cable. She didn't want to risk running into Galen Munroe and feeling the desire he awakened in her. What she sensed from him that night, was something so rare, so precious, that she almost wanted it to remain in her mind as her fondest memory. A once off meeting had opened her heart, to a man she barely knew.

Shawn asked. “Yes. Here in this bar. And this proof.” Rachel said and handed him her phone. She watched his eyes widened in Surprise when he saw the pictures. “How did you get this picture?” Shawn asked, pushing her phone towards her on the table. “When I went back to the restroom, I saw her making out with a man in front of the men's restroom and I decided to take pictures because it would be my word against hers if I don't have proof. She is a cheap whore that first hesitates to go down with anyone in trousers.” Rachel said, and picked up her phone.

They were moans. “Oh yes, honey…umm..do it faster.” I heard Rachel moaning. My heartbeats raced up. I pressed my ears on the door and the man’s voice made the earth slipped under the teeth. “I..can’t…hold longer.” He gasped. My body went numb. I twisted the door knob and it wasn’t locked. The sight in front of my eyes wasn’t less than a living nightmare. A naked Rachel was riding him while his hands were on his breasts. Her eyes met mine and I saw a sinister glint in her eyes as she bit her lips. She showed me the mirror of reality. My man was with her.