Renee Winters Nude Novels & Stories

"Reneé, lie down on the couch with your legs spread so Cindy can partake of your sweet pussy. Cindy bend over the arm of the couch to lick her. I'll penetrate you from behind." Julia took a seat at the end of the couch so she wouldn't have to stand, as the two easy chairs were occupied, one by me and Lisa, the other by Regina with her two studs on either side. Chen and Janet had to stand. Reneé put her head in Julia's lap, spreading her legs so one was over the back of the couch and one on the floor. Cindy bent over the arm and put her face in Reneé's dewy folds. Immediately after, Jerry plunged into her from behind, a mighty thrust that made her whole body shudder, pushing her face deeper i

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

I say in a squeak, completely embarrassed. “Why get dressed, Princess? Sleep just like that.” Rian said in a husky voice. Winter starts purring at the thought of sleeping naked next to our mate and that purr emanates from MY chest. Rian closes his eyes, his nostrils flared, as he takes a deep breath at the same time as I feel my core begin to drip in arousal. Why won’t my brain connect with my feet to MOVE THE FUCK TO THE CLOSET!?!?!? So, I did the only thing my brain could think of doing at this moment. I struck up a conversation…naked.

I quickly switched my focus away from the news and refocused on the woman behind me. "Mhm." She groaned against my back. I removed myself from her hold and pulled her to the front of me. Such beauty rested in my arms, all mine and mines only. Even the littlest of makeup was unnecessary. She was beautiful without- What the hell is she wearing? RENEE'S POV I finished up my shower and turned off the water. I reached for my towel to dry my soaked skin before I stepped fully out. I wiped away the steam that was now resting on the mirror.

A wooden X, lined with leather cuffs that gave it this ancient–like feeling under the candle light. Ren stood beside it, wearing nothing but a black leather corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up. Her nipples were hard and visible through the material, completely inviting. The thigh-high boots hugged her legs, the heels adding inches to her height. Her hair was loose, the dark waves spilling over her shoulders. My mouth went dry. "Julian." Her voice was soft and almost a purr. "Welcome." "Ren." I stepped closer, my eyes raking over her body. My cock was already hard, the thickness straining against my pants. "What's all this?"

I walked in to see a half empty bottle of wine on the table alongside two glass cups, with one smeared with red lipstick. Then, the sound of grunting and moaning emanated from the bedroom. As I crept quietly towards the bedroom, my heart raced with each step. My hand hesitated on the door handle, hoping he was probably watching a racy movie. I took a deep breath before I flung the door open. “What the hell?” The words escaped from my mouth. “Winter?” My sister, Layla, called out. There, standing at the doorway, was my sister stark naked, her knees pressed onto the sheets, back arched, and Nolan standing behind her.

But… The woman’s skin was so fair! It was so fair that it was almost glowing. Especially when she was lying underneath him weakly and frailly. The stoic John Winters could not help feeling restless and capricious. Actually, after removing her loose and oversized casual clothing, Natalie was still wearing her undergarments. Men were visual creatures by nature, and such half-nakedness served to be a stronger stimulus. John tried to move his eyes away from her a few times after taking in several deep breaths. But after a few attempts, his gaze would move back to her again.

Every eye watched the grand double doors at the far end of the chamber, the ones that hadn’t been opened for a coronation in over two decades. At the front of the hall, beneath the high ceremonial arch, stood those closest to the crown. Lysandra, resplendent in deep winter blue, her hand lightly resting atop Cedric’s arm. His expression was unreadable, though pride flickered in the corner of his eyes. Leo stood just behind them, his usual playful energy subdued under his formal black suit. Victoria, radiant and poised, wore royal colors across her shoulders, her chin tilted with practiced calm. And beside her, Calix, still and silent, his presence grounding like iron. They were the Winters.

We once stayed at her house for a week, because Isolde just never came home. “Oh, you know me, not much has changed. I'm always fine!” Nadine gives me a wink and I chuckle. She is probably in her early to mid-thirties by now, but I can tell she is still as young and eccentric as she ever was. I use to think she was so wild. How she dressed, spoke and acted was amazing to me. Nadine is a self-professed 'hippie' who walks around barefoot, lives in a house with hardly any furniture, mostly just plants and brightly colored objects and she is a hardcore vegan. She wears dresses and goes barefoot, she only washes her hair with vegetable extracts and other natural things. She stays 'in tune' with '

Rene is in Sandro's room. The man only wore shorts without wearing any top. Rene looked at his broad chest with six-shaped abdominal muscles. She had seen him naked before... but why is it so awkward now?! Rene looked at Sandro up and down repeatedly, she was astonished and amazed at the sight of the man in front of her.