Rachel Evan Wood Nude Novels & Stories

I should sound the alarm. But no. It was Evan. Evan, naked and sweating, in the kitchen. No clothes! There was the outline of his shoulders, of his damp hair. And there was the strong back, each muscle glowing in the moonlight. So broad, so muscular. Narrow waist, powerful hips, strong thighs.

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.

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.

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.

I don't know where my mum got the bathing suit that Rachel had on, but I guarantee that she never wore it. The tiny triangles that had barely managed to cover her nipples were yellow, but the suit was piped in turquoise. There were small turquoise bows on her hips and at the top of her ass. More than a handful of that perfect ass was exposed, and I knew my cock was visibly hard in my swimming trunks. She tugged on one side of the top and nearly popped out of the other. "Fucking hell," Adrian groaned. Rachel bit her lip, "I know, does it look terrible?"

The female doctor said in delight and hugged her. "Natalie, I am here to ask you for a favor." Julie said dropping Amanda on couch. Natalie looked at Amanda and frowned. "What happened to her? Did someone attacked her?" Natalie asked looking at her torn clothes "Nathalie five men raped my daughter before my eyes and I was helpless. I can't save her." Julie broke into tears. Natalie gasped and looked at Amanda with pity. She was unable to speak anything. She only hugged Julie and comfort her.

Coming to her senses, she quickly stood in front of Waverley, and stretched her hand out as if she wanted to help her to shift the dress up. No one noticed that when Rachel moved across the strap with her hand, a white line quietly went away. Only Waverley could feel that the other half of the dress was suddenly falling off as well. "Go away!" Upon noticing that Rachel had malicious intentions, Waverley roared and raised her hand to push Rachel away. Waverley, who was furious, only cared about pushing Rachel away. She did not have time to pull up her dress. Therefore, after pushing Rachel away, who had been covering her previously, her half-naked body was exposed to the camera.