Ronda Rousey Nude Leaks Novels & Stories

Tonight’s main event drew an especially savage crowd. **Roxy Kane** strutted into the locker room like she already owned the place. She was 24, cocky as hell, and built like a fighter, toned muscles, tight abs, full C-cup breasts barely contained by a black sports bra, and a firm, round ass hugged by tiny black fight shorts. Her short, messy platinum-blonde hair was spiked up, and her sharp blue eyes burned with arrogance. Between her legs, even tucked away, the thick outline of her futa cock was visible, a solid 9 inches when soft and growing fast when hard.

Rosa said sternly and made her way back into the room, slamming the door in his face. "Hey baby.... really sorry about that." Rosa said awkwardly and put down the papers on a table across the room. Jason resisted the pressing urge the ask what that was about, but he already a lot of issues at hand to handle and he didn't want to add anymore to his plate. "Rosa, what would you have done if you found out that your ex partner leaked your nudes online?" Jason blurted. Rosa's breath got caught in her throat as her bottom lip separated from the upper—leaving her jaw hanging down. That was the last thing she had expected Jason to say and it caught her off guard.

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.

How to breathe. At eight forty five, Helen's assistant knocked and came in white faced. "Um. It's live." Helen's head snapped up. "What is." "TMZ," the assistant said. "The photo. It's up." Rook stood up so fast his chair fell over. "Show me." The assistant turned her laptop around. There it was. Grainy. Awful. The headline screaming. BLIZZARD STAR'S NANNY SCANDAL. PHOTOS SHOW ROOK ROUSSEAU AND PLUS SIZE NANNY IN COMPROMISING POSITION HOURS BEFORE CUSTODY GRAB.

Some of the shots that were especially daring were those that showed she was exposed, but did not quite show her intimate flesh. For instance, there was a rear-side shot that showed her waist was uncovered, it showed her bare side from armpit to knees with most of her bottom, but was too far to the rear to get her exposed nipple (the girl had no sideboob) or any more than a hint of her rear cleft.

After washing the cum off our faces, Lisa said, "Master, we wish you to have a seat in your lounger, and we'll all take off our clothes at once." We led him to his chair and stood in front of it. All we had on were simple dresses, though mine was a fat maternity dress. All we had to do was lift them over our heads and we'd be naked. We grabbed the hems and on a signal from Rhonda, lifted them up and off. We went into Display position, our legs spread and cunts visible for our Master. The two tattoos were the most visible off the bat and he noticed those first, but the gold posts in Rhonda's nipples soon caught his eye as well. Then he noticed Lisa was pierced too.

Chapter 9: The Test The scandal broke on a Monday morning like a bomb. A “anonymous source” (probably that asshole Tyler) sold a video. Not full penetration, but damning enough — grainy security footage from the rooftop party balcony showing Ryder railing me against the railing, my face clearly visible in the reflection, his hand around my throat while I moaned like a whore. It was all over social media, sports sites, and even mainstream news by noon. “Riot Kane and Julian Voss Caught in Explicit Gay Encounter — NHL’s Hottest Rivalry Turns Romantic?”

Paparazzi stood on their car roofs, taking pictures of the house whenever a curtain moved. Yesterday, the news was all about Raxon. The sports channels had been looping the footage of his hockey suspension, discussing his ruined career and his violent outburst on the ice. Of course they also blamed me for that like I played the damn sport. Now, nobody cared about a suspended athlete. The headlines shifted entirely to the girl who used to clean up his messes. The press somehow got their hands on the legal documents from the estate. The leak was messy and fast, spreading across the internet within an hour.

Her nude photos? Why would Ryan have them? Mango knitted her brows as she recalled the incident about her nudes being leaked a few months ago. At that time, Rainie was lured to the club by the nude photos of Mango sent from Walter's phone, yet she almost got into an accident because of the trouble she created. After that incident, Walter kept denying that he sent those photos, but Mango couldn't let it go completely although she believed that Walter wouldn't lie about it. But now that she heard what Ryan said, she had some speculations.

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