Rhea Perlman Nude Novels & Stories

The problem is also that I'm a goddamn bastard as I can't look away from the perfect picture. Persephone's pussy is exquisite and impeccable, completely smooth and without hair, her lips are very plump and fleshy, the labia minora are pink and the tip of the clitoris stands out between the labia majora because she is so excited. I could clearly see the cum oozing from the entrance to her vagina and it is obvious to me that she spread some of the lubrication over her pussy making the photo even more erotic. Is she masturbating now? At this very moment?

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.

Her protruding nipple that was perpetually in an erected state due to the hook piercings were visible from the opening of the slits. The tiny amount of cloth that the bikini provided was almost non-existence when compared to Rin's cow-sized tits. And on her lower half, there was nothing except a piece of flimsy G-string around her waist. A single line of cloth was covering her wet pussy, and judging from the juices that were oozing down her legs, Alex could tell that exposing her naked body to Rena was something she had always desired.

And finally, Serena could see. She blinked and blinked again, but the vision in front of her never wavered. And oh, what a vision. There Raphael stood, a realization of godlike perfection, naked but for his low-riding jeans. Serena’s eyes skimmed over his abdomen, chest, and arms, his beauty reminding her of Olympian Gods with their bodies sculpted in marble. The way his hair played about his rugged jaw and shoulders made her yearn to feel it brush against her own skin. Just thinking about it produced tingling sensations from the tips of her fingers to the pit of her stomach.

She hesitated, resistance flickering in her expression. But before she said anything, I continued, anticipating her objections. "If you're fine on your own, unlock the door and go." After a moment's pause, Rhea reluctantly set down the clothes and approached my desk, her embarrassment palpable. "Forgive me, Alpha," she murmured softly, lifting the skirt of her uniform and removing her underwear. The dampness on her undergarments didn't escape my notice, stirring a primal urge within me. I stifled a groan as Rhea positioned herself over the desk, her back to me. My pants felt uncomfortably tight as frustration mingled with desire.

She could feel her juices mixing with the water droplets running down her inner thighs. She pushed the glass door open slowly. She stepped out onto the bath mat, completely naked, water dripping from her long hair onto her shoulders, breasts, and down her flat stomach. Her pussy was fully exposed, smooth and glistening. Ryan’s eyes raked over her. He took in her small perky breasts with their hard pink nipples, the curve of her waist, the athletic tone in her legs, and the slick pink folds between them. “Fuck, Ella, you’re perfect.” he breathed.

And something inside me just… snapped. My hands went to the buttons of my dress. “What are you doing?” Jackson’s voice went sharp. I didn’t answer. Just kept unbuttoning. One button. Then another. The dress fell open. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it drop to the forest floor. I stood before him in nothing but my underwear, the morning sunlight filtering through the trees casting patterns across my skin. Jackson went completely still. “Rhea, what the fuck—” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Let it fall.

Havermouth, Eight Years Before Rhett sat on the lip of the hot tub wearing only his boxer shorts, his stomach muscles visible as he laughed, and his hair sticking to his face from the steam, the heat flushing his cheeks. His skin was so white that Cameron wondered if Rhett had ever taken off his top outdoors, but the paleness of his skin didn’t seem to worry the girl who knelt on the seat laughing up at him flirtatiously, her bra and panties made transparent from the water.

Reka stood in the center of the room, naked. Completely bare. Her dark hair spilled down her back like spilled ink. Candlelight slid over the curve of her shoulder, the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her hips. Her arms were wrapped around herself, not from shame but from the effort of holding still. She was shaking. Her skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. Between her thighs, the evidence of her need shone slick and unmistakable. When her eyes met mine, something inside me shattered wide open.

she whined, rubbing her pebbled nipples on his chest. "Relax Mama bear," he said as he slightly raised her body, to help her ease out of the dress, she got the hint and slightly pushed him away, she could hear his voice hitch as she shimmied out of the dress. "God, you look beautiful," he said, the pained look on his face made Rhea feel more and more powerful, as she rubbed her hands over her full breasts and then down her swollen stomach, teasingly trying to dip her fingers into her cream lace panties.