Rachel Robinson Nude Novels & Stories

“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

"Please just give me a little more time." "Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh! They flood my DM every second, begging for nude photos because it excites them! And here I am, completely naked for you, yet you won't fuck me!" Rachel expressed her frustration. "I'm sorry," I murmured, but Rachel felt disappointed. An apology was not what she desired at the moment. She longed for my action. Her face twisted immediately.

I stared at Rachel as she laid on a couch in front of me, naked, while I sketched her details on a piece of canvas as a reference in completing the sculpting. After we had brunch, we retired to my workplace.While my eyes took note of the edges, the smooth curve of her body, the depths and the areas that should be highlighted, my hand with the pencil, made the stroke on the canvas.Not only that, I couldn’t control the dire lust her beautiful body is subjecting me to.It was a cold afternoon, and although everywhere was made warm by the heater, my body was took hot to handle.My eyes averted its gaze on her breasts. Her eyes were closed with a blindfold, so she can’t see me. I gulped. What’s wro

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 girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

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?

I planted myself on our toilet lid and she kneeled starting on my toenails first. "What sort of vibe are you going for Ren? Do you want to show some skin or be covered completetly or maybe chill!" Rachel shouted while in the closet. "Yeah, I think I'm looking for more chilled vibes," I let myself be pampered by Saiora and once she had finished painting my finger and toe nails I spread my fingers apart and headed to our bedroom. "I hope you like the fit," Rachel smiled shyly. She had spread out the outfit on my bed and the corners of my lips rose immediately to form a smile.

A few steps forward, and suddenly the whole room came into view—including Ramona sprawled across the bed in complete disarray. Rachel's jaw dropped. "What the—what are you two doing?! Why is Ramona naked?!" I yanked the phone away, fumbling for words. "Nothing! It's nothing! She's just... tired, that's all. Nothing happened between us!" My pathetic excuses did nothing to calm her down. She started screaming. Then, through her shouts, I heard something else—a man's voice in the background of her own video. Wait. Did Rachel already have someone stashed away? Had she called to make sure the coast was clear so they wouldn't get caught?

"The outfits you wear, the soft shampoo in your hair, everything that makes you look this pretty for boys outside… It's from my money." "I provide for you," I continued, shocked by the raw edge in my own voice. "And it isn't fair for you to use what's mine to attract another man, is it?" Rachel's eyes were wide with shock, her legs trembling as I forced her gaze to hold mine. She took a sharp inhale. "I—I…" Lost for words. I waited, still bitter that she'd even tried to argue. Then the image I'd tried to bury came rushing back. The robe. The fucking robe. And the slender hips she hid from the world—but I had seen them. The trails of water dripping down her flushed skin.

The sweetest little smile creeps up her face when she catches me, battling the crimson flare of my irises at the simplest act. Friday, before setting off to find Cass, she headed away from the rest of the camp. I’m not a possessive asshole but eventually even Corbin wondered where she was. Striding down the path, my paranoia rocketed. Twigs cracking, puffs of breathing. I slowed down, approaching stealthily. Except I found Robyn at her most beautiful. She’s found a low, long limb of a tree, using it as a ballet barre. Over and over, she practised her movements. Her legs extended ever upwards without a tremble, arms poised. The strength involved was awe-inspiring.