Rita Stark Nude Novels & Stories

The skirt of her dress flowed around us as she ground against me. “Fuck Aria, I won’t last if you keep this up.” She grinned before standing back up and kicked off the dress, standing before me in her matching blue lace bra and underwear. A rock song by Halestorm started playing as she snapped the front enclosure of her bra and eased the straps down her arms. Her eyes locked on mine as she dropped it on top of her dress. I stroked my cock as she watched me before placing her fingers into the side of her underwear and lowering them to the ground, she kicked them off and laughed.

When I pulled back Zara was watching, biting her lip hard. Kai laughed low. "Your turn, baby." Zara didn't even think. "I dare all of us to take our clothes off. Right now." No one argued. Shirts hit the floor first. Bras next. Jeans shoved down. Underwear last. The room smelled like sweat and perfume and something darker, Four naked bodies in the dim light. Zara's skin glowing brown and smooth, tits full and pierced. Kai tall and lean, cock already hard and thick curving up. Jace broader, tattoos snaking down his arms, dick long and veiny, head flushed dark. Me—curvy hips, soft stomach, nipples tight from the cool air and the way they were all staring.

“Are you ready?” Katrina asked, standing in a room filled with smoke as some pop music plays in the background. She cast the black fur coat she adorned aside, revealing a very short black top and mini skirt. Then she slowly began to take them off as well, even her bra and panties. “Well, fuck me!” Santiago exclaimed at the sight of her birthday suit. Fully naked, Katrina was truly a sight to behold. Her figure was immaculately sexy, if that made any sense.