Rebecca Benedict Nude Novels & Stories

The sight was filthy—her soft, pale breasts jiggling, nipples hard, spit and pre-cum making everything shiny and messy. “I need you inside me,” she panted, standing up and turning around. She bent over the kitchen island, flipping the sundress up over her ass with no panties. Her pussy was shaved, puffy, and dripping down her thighs. “Fuck me raw, Elias. I’m not on birth control. I want to feel it.” He didn’t hesitate. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, then pushed in. The stretch made Rebecca moan loudly, fingers gripping the counter and back arching violently.

To make matters worse, Rebecca smirked as she lifted her hand from the robe she was holding, exposing a small of her nude body beneath the revealing lingerie that left little room for interpretation. I couldn't help but scoff at the ridiculousness of what she was doing. "What is this, Rebecca?" With a hint of incredulity mixed with frustration, I demanded. She said, carelessly, "It's nothing, your Majesty," her expression undisturbed by my obvious disapproval. "I just had a feeling that you were having problems, and I wanted to do everything in my power to console you. You deserve some relaxation because you've been through so much. She said, "I'm here to provide that for you," her words sou

Rebecca didn't want anyone to see her naked, so she quickly cleansed herself. 'That's correct. I don't want them to see me naked, but I was too hasty to undress in front of that man' Rebecca thought. She submerged half of her face in the water, which certainly calmed her nerves. Rebecca's hands glided across her breast, and the simple touch hardened her nipples. She was so sensitive that she couldn't stop herself from exploring down between her thighs.

The front door opened before he could knock. Rebecca stood there in the doorway wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black cotton shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. No bra. Her nipples were already hard, two dark little points pressing against the fabric like they were begging for attention. Her long auburn hair was down, messy like she’d just climbed out of bed, and her bare feet were painted a deep, sinful red. “Alex,” she breathed, voice low and a little husky. “You came.”

She moaned around his cock, the vibration making his balls tighten. From the shadows outside the booth, another sound came, a soft gasp. Julian’s eyes snapped open. There, half-hidden behind a pillar, was Sister Rebecca. She was twenty-six, small and delicate with long black hair and big brown eyes that always looked so innocent, but right now, those eyes were wide with hunger. Her habit was pulled up to her waist, one hand between her legs, fingers rubbing her pussy in slow circles. Hannah pulled off Julian’s cock with a wet pop and grinned. “I brought a friend, Father. Rebecca’s been watching me practice on my fingers every night, thinking about you. Come here, baby.”

“We rush ordered the bed last night on the Internet. It arrived in pieces and we assembled it down here. You should have seen Owens’ face when I told him Rebecca’s help was all I needed. Our driver seems to think billionaires and women are equally helpless.” “He’s wrong there,” Rebecca said, emerging from the shadows of a niche. “I can lift hundred-pound tuna.” She knew how to make an entrance. She wasn’t wearing a stitch: not makeup and not clothes. She was no vamp as she came toward them. Her walk was just a walk, not shy but maybe self-conscious. Her body was naturally beautiful—slim, strong, the faint cooking scars on her arms picked up by the strong spotlight. Her small rounded breasts

JACOB POV I watch Rebecca stand nervously in front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands l**k with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us. "Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her. "Chen is clearing the place" "What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in front of me, her hair falling in waves behind her while I fuck her mouth.

He undressed his upper body without breaking the erotic kiss on the beautiful woman’s lips. Rebecca, overwhelmed by pleasure, didn’t resist. She responded by sucking his impressive lower lip hard. She hugged tightly the healthy and attractive body whose warmth hypnotized her sanity. Perhaps because of the surging lust, she craved him so much. Unconsciously, she was already naked due to the man’s hands... “Ah!” Rebecca’s sweet moan sparked the flames of passion even more. She became more powerless under his trap, not realizing when exactly they ended up intertwined on the bed.

Rebecca came harder than she ever had in her life—full-body convulsions, squirting like a broken fountain, mind going white with pure filthy ecstasy. They didn’t stop until every last drop was drained. When they finally pulled out, Rebecca collapsed into the massive puddle of fluids. Her cunt and asshole remained wide open, massive prolapses hanging out, constantly farting and drooling thick white cum and piss. She was bloated, bruised, ruined beyond repair—and glowing with corrupt satisfaction. Aiden knelt beside her, stroking her matted hair gently even as cum leaked from her lips. “How do you feel, baby?”

And now, watching her shift uncomfortably, knowing my cum was probably still leaking out of her, soaking those innocent bikini bottoms, it took everything not to drag her away right then and remind her who owned her. Rebecca clung to my arm like a trophy, her red bikini cover-up riding up her thighs, nails digging in possessively. She was hot—blonde, leggy, vineyard heiress money—but she wasn't Clara. Never would be. "Happy birthday, baby," she purred, leaning in to nip my earlobe, her breath hot and tequila-scented. "You ready to get wild? I planned this game just for you."