Riele Downs Nude Novels & Stories

I was happy that I could still excite them. Caleb put a finger in the waistband of my loose pants and pulled them down over my hips. They pooled on the floor, and I stepped out of them, standing naked, my breasts bobbing with my movements. Reese was sitting on the couch, watching, and I could see his body responding, straining against his pants.

Riella reassured her friend that there would be other celebrations and that they could attend them together. After they hung up, Riella lay back down on her bed, feeling grateful for her friend's understanding and support. She closed her eyes, replaying the memories of the evening in her mind, focusing on the joyful moments with Nathan and the pack. Riella dropped her phone on the bed and stood up to pull off her dress. She reached behind her back and slowly loosened the ties that held her dress together, letting it fall off her body and onto the floor. Riella heard the sound of the door opening and looked up to see Nathan stepping in. She quickly tried to cover herself with a sheet, but Nat

“That ass is begging to be spread.” Cole’s hand brushed her thigh when she passed him a fresh beer—fingers sliding under the hem, grazing the wet heat between her legs. “Still dripping from last time, baby?” She shivered, nipples tightening harder. Ryan watched everything, cock visibly straining in his jeans. “Topless now, sweetheart. Show them what they’re playing for.” Lena’s breath hitched. She reached back, unzipped the dress, and let it pool at her feet. Standing in nothing but the shelf bra, crotchless thong, and heels, she felt four pairs of eyes devour her.

Rye said. She looks at Rye and says that she's fine, but that when she saw him, it distracted her. Rye has a towel wrapped around his lower body, and he doesn't have a shirt on. What did she expect when he got out of the shower? She looked back, covering her eyes with her hand. She heard him chuckling. "Geez! I'm not naked, love. I'm just topless!" Don't need to close your eyes," said Rye. "Didn't you like what you saw?"

We ended up lined along the edge, arms hooked over the side, legs kicking lazily. "Holy fuck, have you seen Denver?" Beatrice whispered, eyes wide as saucers. We all turned. Jesus Christ. He was on the opposite side, fingers gripping the hem of his soaked T-shirt. In one smooth pull he stripped it off and tossed it aside. Moonlight and pool lights carved shadows over his bare torso, broad shoulders, cut pecs, abs sharp enough to cut glass, that perfect V dipping into low-slung jeans. My cousins let out quiet little gasps, mouths actually hanging open.

The bottle and box were almost empty, keeping us company while I put Rylee up to date on all the events in New York. I lay on the couch while Rylee sat crossed legs on the carpet. She pulled up her red hair into a messy bun. Her suite’s soft, warm light made her sun-kissed skin glow. I’ve never been with a woman who couldn’t care less without makeup around me. Just Rylee. And mind you, she didn’t even bother to change clothes or cover-up. From where I was, I had a good view of her nipples, and her satin shorts did little to conceal that oasis I longed to dive in between her legs.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

My walls were pushed to the limit, every inch of me filled, stroked, pounded. They hit deep, each thrust punching a wet sound out of me. Slick and cum dripped down my thighs, soaking the sheets. Dax and Daegan were holding back, watching, waiting. But Rylan? Rylan was doing whatever the fuck he wanted. He was in his private trailer—nobody dared bother him there. He was sprawled on the couch, legs wide, his costume pushed open just enough to free his cock. Hard. Flushed dark. The head slick and shiny. He aimed the camera straight at it.

Kaylee and Sophie helped, shoving his jeans down to his ankles His white briefs were tented already, poor thing was hard from fear. We ripped those down too. He stood there completely naked, hands flying to cover his crotch, and his skinny legs trembling. His cock was hidden behind his palms, but the rest of him was on full display, his narrow hips, flat ass, that sad little happy trail leading nowhere. Kaylee zoomed in with her phone. “Smile for the camera, virgin. Say cheese...”

I wasn't able to reconcile how I got from a happy and peaceful soul to a cold-hearted betrayal. The bathroom door opened and Rylee was just standing there, in a skimpy black dress, and a lacy kimono. She looked at me in a strange way, not pitiful, or sad, or... “Rylee?” I smiled, knowing she was up to no good. She was my perfect distraction, but I rather focus on her than anything else. “Let me help you to a scrub and massage while you do your thing.” She winked. Down came her kimono, and her dress and... Nothing! She was freaking nude, her sultry frame before me; firm small boobs, with pink killer nipples, slender waist that made her hips a bit curvy, long pretty thighs. She had this perfec