Rachel Evan Wood Nude Novels & Stories

Tyler POV Wright House Electric shocks of pleasure kept shooting through me as I led the way to the kitchen. My boxer briefs kept rubbing against my cock -still sensitive from Rachel's surprising attention- making me hyperaware of every step I took. I felt every inch of my skin to the point even my tee rubbing against the small, flat disks of my nipples was an erotic feast for my senses. Lucky for both of us, my hunger for actual food outweighed my hunger for Rachel's flesh though my wolf certainly wasn't pleased with my decision.

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?

he cried with such gratitude, Sally couldn't help but smile. "Please, please would you take your clothes off?" he asked. Rachel looked up at Sally who took a breath before kicking off her sandals and unbuttoning her dress. She let it slide to the floor to reveal simple black underwear which nevertheless showed off her curves deliciously. "Here take over," Rachel said. Sally sat down and took hold of his erection and continued to toss it slowly. She guessed that because he'd already come he might have more stamina this time. Rachel stood up and, with a big smile, pulled off her top to reveal a racy royal blue bra, her nipples clearly visible through it. She discarded her shoes before peeling

This was unbelievable. "Whatever you girls want," Rachael said, "strip!" Even as she said so she was quickly taking off all of her remaining clothes, slipping off her jeans, panties, and revealing her clean-shaven pussy. The other girls were quickly undressed as swell and soon the three of them were sitting on the couch naked. Rachael beckoned each of them to get closer. Soon their legs were touching. Rachael put one hand in between each of their legs and gently flicked her wrists. Both instinctively spread their legs. Rachael looked over at Tess and saw that she too was clean shaven. The smell of their hot, wet pussies was in the air now and it was intoxicating.

After finishing, I moved to leave so she could have the space to herself, but turned back to her at the door, and said, "We should do something with the kids today." "You sure they want to be with us?" she asked. The exchange had made her body turn which opened her robe and I saw a dark spot on the side of her left breast. Rachel caught the direction of my gaze and her hand quickly closed the garment, but it was too late. "Open your robe," I demanded as I stepped, completely nude, towards her. "Why?" she asked nervously. "So, I can count the damn hickeys," I replied, fighting to hold back my anger. Several tense seconds passed as we held each other's state, before I said again, "Open the dam

“Let me find you something.” I dug around for a minute before realizing... this wasn’t going to work. Rachel has curves I could only dream of. I’m five-five, blonde, average all around. She’s taller, fuller, and everything about her screams confidence. My clothes would barely qualify as a joke on her. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of fabric rustling behind me. I turned around just as Rachel slipped out of her bra, completely unbothered. “Problem solved,” she said, crawling under the blanket in nothing but a thong.

Anyone could pop in, from the hotel staff to Jen and her boyfriend. “Rachel, you know how hard I work to look like this. I’m actually a bit sad I can’t walk around naked,” Laura said as she got up from the chair. Rachel sighed when she heard her say this and didn’t pester her about covering up again. Since she might actually start walking around naked. “Oh, I left you some sandwiches in the fridge,” Rachel reminded and Laura waved at her to show that she had heard her. Laura climbed back onto her bed when she returned to her room and checked her phone to see if she had any messages.

She would leave it at that. His wife, Rachel, was short, with long blond hair, and a store-bought bosom. She was playful, with full lips and deep green eyes. According to Chelsea's conversations with Brian, Rachel enjoyed playing both sides as much as she loved watching the action taking place. Brian was more into the action than being a spectator. He wanted to fuck, plain and simple.