Roma Wells Nude Novels & Stories

Romeo drank the same glass as herself! The woman looked at Romeo, who was also looking at her, although she could see Romeo's Adam's apple was still up and down from the gulp. Rena swallowed her saliva. Why is this man so seductive? She pressed against her pounding chest. This close Romeo was in front of her. Romeo put the glass in the sink without taking his eyes off Rena. He touched the ends of the long hair that covered the woman's face behind her ear. "You can wash it already." Romeo left Rena, who was still frozen.

Her rounded lips were tilted into a polite smile, one that vanished the moment Olive stepped into view beside me. “Oh look, you’ve made a friend.” Roselle said, her delicate voice instantly falling flat. Her eyes slid from Olive’s face to my own, only this time she didn’t bother with the flimsy smile and doe-eyes. “Darn, and I was just about to invite you to come swimming with a couple friends of mine.” She turned her head towards a group of people, comprised of three she-wolves and four muscular looking guys. Their movie-star appearances were unimportant compared to the predatory look on each one of their faces. A sour feeling formed in my stomach, boiling the soda I had been sipping.

Roxy Kane was no longer pretending to be tough. She lay sprawled across the wide metal bench on her back, legs forced wide apart and held open by Jax and Riley’s strong hands. Her firm ass and thighs glowed an angry, throbbing red from countless spankings. Both her holes, pussy and ass gaped openly, red and swollen, leaking a steady mix of her own juices and the winners’ spit. Her platinum-blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and her once-sharp blue eyes were now glassy and unfocused. Her own futa cock, still rock-hard despite everything, lay twitching against her toned stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum. Carla “The Crusher” Morales stood between Roxy’s spread thighs lik

Finishing my whiskey, I grabbed another glass and downed it in a go followed by another. I had been talking to an old classmate when Rosalie caught my attention, she was coming from the balcony and was all alone. I wondered what she could have been doing there but then I remembered that she did not like social events, maybe she had gone out to get some air. Not taking my eyes off I drank in her appearance like a bottle of vintage whisky. She looked like a goddess in the floor-length gown that complimented her figure, apart from her bare shoulders and arms, no other parts of her body were exposed, this made my mind run wild as it conjured up the various nasty things I could do to her.

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moonlight as he approached. Amara turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the polite version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Rohan smiled darkly. He closed the distance and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under the bikini to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the warm sea breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He slowly peeled the bikini off her body, letting it fall. The warm tropical air kissed her naked skin while his burning touch left trails of fire wherever he caressed.

“Rub it in, slut.” Emma moaned, using both hands to massage their cum into her taut skin like expensive lotion. The heavy globe glistened obscenely under the lights, cum streaking the stretch marks and pooling in her navel. Marcus knelt and sucked hard on one leaking nipple, drawing colostrum into his mouth before spitting it onto her belly and rubbing it in with the cum. They began the real shoot.

Elias POV. The excitement that had carried me all the way home—paper clutched in my fist, a stupid grin splitting my face—evaporated the second I pushed through the front door. There they were. My mother, Gloria, stark naked in the middle of the living room, her manicured fingers wrapped tight around Marcus’s cock where it strained against the white towel knotted low on his hips. His chest heaved; her breasts pressed shamelessly against his side. The air smelled like her jasmine perfume.

Who was this woman he spoke of? The day passed quickly, and Rosita informed me that Master Romario summoned me. I entered his room without knocking, a mistake I soon regretted. Master Romario stood bare-chested, rubbing lotion onto his sculpted body. His chiseled chest and six-pack abs left me momentarily stunned. His waistline formed a perfect V shape, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.

He wants revenge and he was going to get it. “Get dressed naked champion, we need to get some food” Lucas carried the glass of water and pill as he walked out of the room. Roman was just filled with thoughts, but mostly thoughts of what happened last night, he knew he had an encounter with something but he just couldn’t figure out what it was. He quickly got dressed in a white top and grey joggers, “Roman! Roman you might want to take a look at this” he heard Lucas yell from outside and he rolled his eyes, what unserious and childish thing could he be yelling about now

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.