Rachel Robinson Nude Novels & Stories

Anna So... I've made a new discovery. Robin came home, showered, and now he is standing half-naked inside the kitchen and... I think I'm lost in my husband. I mean, it should be illegal to look like that... Those abs. Those slabs of pecs. My throat feels parched as I stand by the kitchen counter. The muscles flex in Robin's big arm every time he wipes that blue towel against his handsome face. Straight out of the shower, shirtless with a happy trail leading down to his Calvin Klein boxers.

Celestine only nodded in response. Damien then lead her to his warehouse. He then opened the door to cell. Celestine was shocked to see the scene. Julie was crying, her eyes were swollen and dark shade of red. She was tied to a metal chair. Her eyes were looking at a particular direction. Celestine followed her line of site and froze. Amanda was laying naked and lifeless on ground. Her body was bruised and blood was dripping from her private part. Her eyes were lifeless.

In fact, his eyes were as cold as ice. Reluctantly, I walked to the wooden board. I could see the smiles on the faces of the Alphas. They couldn’t wait to see me strip. “Rachel Weston, we don’t have all the time in the world. Strip now!” The man roared at me with hatred all over his face. I flinched in shock, and reached for the zipper of my robe and zip it down. The robe yanked off my body, down my feet. I was left in my panties with my breasts bare.

Of all the things Rachel had expected to find in Cranston Asylum, a half-naked man was not one of them. She had to admit, he was extremely handsome, with a boyish twinkle in his green eyes and tousled dark blond hair. Her gaze travelled over his sculpted chest and for a moment she wondered if he might be a male model, but what would such a fine specimen be doing in Colby's Cove, the hotbed of supernatural activity in the western hemisphere?

Olivia was very conscious of Roberta's body outlined beneath her silk negligee and the pressure of her full breasts against the material. She held her breath as Roberta sat up on the bed, and in what seemed like a single gesture, slowly lifted the negligee, drew it over her head and tossed it aside and sat naked and unashamed before her, shaking out her lustrous mane of red hair. Olivia held her breath, conscious of the fierce thumping of her heart. A wave of colour mounted her cheeks. She could not draw her eyes away. It was quite obvious to Roberta, as she turned in Olivia's direction, that her companion was stunned by the sight and nearness of her now naked body, a body that was all curve

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.

“And then you were swimming in your underwear. Did you even apply sunscreen?” “God, Spade. It’s not the 1950s. People swim naked. They dress in see-throughs with their nipples and asses out. And this is my body, my choice.” “Okay.” Piper raised her hands. “I think it’s my cue.” She got up and left the breakfast table. “Or you’re scared that if someone posts my naked picture online, it will reflect on your billionaire clean rep, or you being a Kross.” I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t argue with an angry woman. Not Robyn. She was a piece of work when she was pissed.

In one video, Joel and Michael were shirtless, lounging by the window, and smiling at her. Rachel sat nearby, blushing. She bit her lip as she sketched their bodies onto a large sheet of paper. The camera didn't capture anything below the waist, but judging by her drawing, there was nothing on them. The caption read, "I've seen that perfect body one too many times that I'm starting to get bored. I'm not in a rush to finish this sketch, but they're so invested in my life, they won't even waste time on phone calls." Not long after I scrolled past that, Rachel went live. Joel was washing her underwear on the live stream while Michael massaged her lower belly.

Noir yelled. “What lie?” Christina grunted. “I’m only saying the truth.” “Lucy has been the third wheel between us for a long time.” “If you won’t believe my words then these pictures will surely help you out.” “These are not fake actually.” “Here.” She swipes through some pictures and then showed it to everyone. Robin also looked at them only to be shocked. They were naked pictures of her and him lying together quite closely in bed. His eyes were all closed. Lucy also looked at them even though she didn’t want to.

She obeyed. Rachel climbed the tub shivering slightly against the slight draft in the air. She heard Nate moving around in the room then the bathroom door opened and he walked in. Naked. Her eyes dropped to his huge cock bobbing, pointing angrily toward her. In spite of herself, she drew her bottom lip into her mouth. His body was lithe and powerful with tight rippling muscles. He was a beautiful man. Nate went about, unabashedly, turning and adjusting the water temperature then he turned to face her once he was satisfied with the temperature.