Rachel Robinson Nude Novels & Stories

I looked down, and my blood almost froze. His private messages were stuffed full of my so-called nude photos and explicit videos. Even more infuriatingly, Rachel had brazenly sent him private messages to harass him. [My dear handsome boy, I like you so much! Your girlfriend Zoey Jones doesn't deserve you! She's not exactly innocent and naive like she portrayed! Come find me, and I'll tell you everything!"

But when she moved, the blanket nearly slipped off. Panicked, she pleaded, “Can you let go of my hands? The blanket’s going to fall…” He glanced down at her chest, then released her wrists with a grin. “I’ve already seen everything. What are you shy about?” Rachel quickly wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, her face burning with humiliation and frustration. Just because he’d seen her naked once, did it mean she didn’t need clothes anymore? And earlier—she told him the blanket was slipping, but he still took a peek before letting go!

She tried to close the robe, but he didn't let her. His gaze became dark when he saw what she is wearing underneath the robe. A lacy bra which is not hide anything and a barely-there lacy thong. Her pink nipples and her pink folds are on full display. He gave a hard tug, which made the soft material give in. The robe fell on the floor in two pieces. Riley wrapped her arms around herself to hide her body from his heated gaze. She has never done this before, and she is feeling embarrassed about trying this now.

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I admired that about her. She had tattoos along her thighs, stomach, and arms. Her hair was short, in a pixie style. She was naturally blonde but had light b

My gaze is still fuzzy but I know two things for sure. I'm naked. This isn't my room. I hold the sheets up to cover my breasts as my gaze adjusts to the bright room and my heartbeat multiplies. Oh no. Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I know this room. And I don't welcome the feeling that comes with the realization of who has this room. Mr. Robinson. I'm in Mr. Robinson's bedroom. Naked. With my jeans and blouse and underwear discarded around his furniture.

Rowan said proudly, brimming with admiration. For some reason, I feel embarrassed. Robin glances at me with conflicted emotion. He narrowed his eyes on me. "Is that so? Then would you mind competing with me, Arielle?" My lips twitched, but I could only acquiesce. "Let's do it." I quickly took out ten arrows. And he also did the same. We positioned ourselves and got ready. "Ladies first," Robin uttered, and I nodded without standing on ceremony. I pulled the arrows on the bowstring and waited for the signal.

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.”