Rachel Griffin Nude Novels & Stories

She knew she sounded act like a bitch, but she purposely didn't wear a bra, leaving her nipples visible under her clothes. "Hey, you brought my order?" said Rachel with her innocent face, at that time she just poked her head out. "Yeah, it's in the kitchen," Nicholas answered grimly, "I'm going to bed right away," she added as she walked to her room. Rachel quickly slipped out of the room, showing her sexy body that looked very attractive in hot pants and a black tank top without her bra. Nicholas looked up, staring at Rachel with eyes that twitched in impression.

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?

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.

Kayla bit her lip hard, one hand unconsciously rubbing her own thigh. Rachel didn’t wait. She yanked my shorts down to my knees in one rough motion, exposing my glistening, shaved pussy to the entire room. I gasped, instinctively trying to close my legs, but she hooked her thick thighs around mine and spread me wide. “Look how fucking pretty she is,” Rachel growled to the girls, her voice low and filthy. She rubbed my swollen clit in slow, teasing circles while her other hand shoved my shirt up, palming my tits. “Been hiding this needy little cunt from me for two years. Never again.”

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—”

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

Fiefie gripped my shoulders, making me look up at her with wide eyes, she has a soft smile on her face, her dark eyes telling me they understood. “You are Rachel Greene, not the sitcom version, she is great, but she does not compare to the real life version. Asides the fact that all the girls would kill to be you, and the guys would kill to be seen with you, you are beautiful, sexy, underneath that innocent persona, you should exercise it tonight.” A soft smile slips out of my lips, “I don’t know how to tap into that, it might as well be nonexistent.” She lets go of my shoulders, but peers at me intently, I lean away from her, and she moves back in even closer.

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.

“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