Riley Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

After all, he needed his strength back if he was going to take on her father. And if that meant enduring a few more rounds of Riley’s nursing, well… he supposed he could survive that. Probably. As he ate the rest of the soup, he could feel Riley’s eyes on him. “You’re still glaring at me like you want to bite my head off,” Riley remarked with a playful tone. She suddenly raised her arms, and River’s gaze dropped to her chest. His white t-shirt clung to her petite frame as she stretched her arms above her head. The fabric was pulled taut across her chest, revealing the outline of her small, pert breasts. He could see her nipples pressing against the thin cotton.

she asked, her fingers already toying with the tie on her towel. His eyes darkened. "Show me." She let the towel drop. The bikini top followed. Then her bottoms. Naked, she stood in the center of the suite, bare and unashamed, her skin kissed golden by the sun. The camera caught all of her. She dropped to her knees. Adonis grunted. Rylee's hand trailed between her thighs, slow, deliberate, teasing herself as she stared into the phone. She parted her legs, fingers working against her slickness, letting out a soft moan.

“We’re not doing this, put on real clothes.” I don’t listen, instead, I slowly pull my tank top up, exposing my bare breasts completely, my nipples are tight and aching. Jay stares, his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck, Riley,” he mutters, running a hand over his face. “Put your shirt down, right now.” I don’t, I take his hand and place it directly on my breast. His palm is big and warm, he doesn’t pull away immediately. His thumb brushes over my hard nipple, making me moan softly.

She slumped down and Michael’s chest. “Where are you sneaking away?” he asked without opening his eyes. Riley was nervous for no reason. Last night was her first time being naked in front of him. She did not mind last night but now, at this moment, she felt shy. “N-No where,” she managed to say. Michael rolled onto his side, still holding her in his arms. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. She tore away the eye contact and tried to get up while covering her front with the duvet.

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

Both with such pale, pink nipples. Cute, little nubs perfect for suckling on. Keily then peeled off her pants and panties, revealing her sparse down of black hair covering her pussy. She rubbed at her snatch, masturbating as she watched her mother pleasuring her twin sister. "I'm going to cum, Keily!" Riley moaned. "Mom is going to make me cum!" "And Mr. Miller is going to make me explode like his slut!" the mother moaned, clamping her hot and juicy pussy down on my dick.

You two are the official ship! [You still love him, that's obvious. Why nuke it over one misunderstanding? Sure, he screwed up, but he's learned his lesson.] [Exactly! Relationships take compromise. Calling it simping is too much!] Annoyed, I killed the feed and shot a text to my childhood bestie—Kelly, who was in Selvora for work: [Wanna grab a drink, gorgeous?] Kelly: [On my way 😘] Half an hour later, we were tucked in a lounge corner, tequila in hand.

I couldn't tell if he was upset because he might've hurt me, or because the ashtray now had blood on it. "I'm not a soldier," I said. Speaking tugged at the muscles in my forehead, sending another jolt of pain through me. My face must've looked awful—contorted and pale. Behind him stood Rhyn—the woman from the night before. She curled her lip at me like I was something sour she'd accidentally tasted. Her lace camisole slipped from one shoulder, skin gleaming like milk, lips glossed and parted in suggestion. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what had happened between them before I arrived.

Then at Levi. “I’m done pretending,” she said. “We all know why we’re really here.” She peeled her tank top off in one smooth motion. No bra. Dark nipples already hard. She stepped out of her shorts next, left them in a puddle on the carpet. Naked except for black lace panties that were visibly soaked. Rowan moved first. Grabbed her by the throat—not hard, just enough to tilt her chin up and kissed her like he was trying to devour her. Riley moaned into his mouth, hands yanking his flannel open, nails raking down his chest.

“Good little mile-high slut. Now unzip your skirt and pull it up. I’m going to fuck you right here in the seat while the plane flies.” Riley’s eyes widened. “Here? With people around us?” Lucas smirked. “Exactly here. Blanket over us. Slow and deep. You’re going to take my cock while the whole cabin sleeps. And if you make a sound, everyone will know what a filthy whore you are.” Riley’s pussy clenched at the words. She was terrified. She was soaked. She slowly unzipped her skirt under the blanket and pulled it up to her waist, exposing her bare, cum-smeared pussy.