Sofia Solana Nude Novels & Stories

Sofia smiled falsely. Helen dropped the robe and stood there in tiny black lace lingerie, posing like she owned the world. She swayed her hips, tossed her hair, made faces like she was having sex with the camera. Spread her legs too much, arched her back too much, licked her lips too much. She wasn’t showing the product. She was showing her body. That was it. “Look at the little slut we have here,” Sofia muttered to herself. From the way she acted, she immediately realized Helen’s hatred for Fiona wasn’t just because Fiona was getting involved in her friend’s relationship.

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 2 The giant screen kept flickering with silent black-and-white footage as Sofia stood up from the velvet seat. She turned to face Luca, who was still sitting with his shirt open and his hard cock out, shiny with precum. Without a word she straddled him slowly, lowering herself onto his lap. Her silk camisole rode up her stomach, and Luca realized she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Her bare pussy, hot and slick, pressed directly against the thick ridge still trapped in his open pants.

Sofia was the first person I noticed. My mouth nearly dropped at what she was wearing. She wore a black net crop top that clung to her chest and tactical shorts cut dangerously high. Her hair was tied into a ponytail that whipped behind her as she moved, her chest bouncing with every strike. Her dark-brown nipples were visible through the mesh, fighting to see the world. She was smiling, actually happy.

“Fuck—Sof—yes—” Lena’s hands fisted in auburn hair, pulling Sofia’s mouth harder against her tit while her other hand shoved up Sofia’s skirt. No panties—Sofia never wore them on “late nights.” Lena’s fingers found slick, swollen folds already dripping. She plunged two inside without warning; Sofia moaned around her nipple, hips jerking forward.

I started flipping pages and I swallowed hard when I saw Solana's picture holding a liquor topless and the only thing that covers her upper body is her arm. "Does it look okay?" I immediately put the magazine down when I heard her voice. I steal some glances and when I saw her wearing a green gown that perfectly hugs her body I can't help but stare. Solana is busy staring at the mirror but after a while, she saw my reflection. Solana stared at my reflection intently and I did the same but our gazes wear tear off when Olivia spoke. "Babe, what do you think of this one?" Olivia asked so I turned my head at her.

Valentina grinned, slow and cruel. “Command.” Sofia stepped forward, silent, graceful, already naked..when had she undressed? Her body was smooth, pale, flawless, marked only by faint bruises and bite scars, like art defiled for pleasure. Her nipples were already hard. Her pussy wet. She didn’t need to speak to radiate control. Gianna took a seat on the arm of the couch, one leg bent, thighs already spread. She kicked off her heels. Her eyes burned with hunger. She exhaled cigar smoke straight up into the air, watching the ash drift.

I did, not even pretending to hesitate. Sofia did the same, letting the robe drop to the floor. Her body was flawless—flat stomach, long legs, breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She straddled the bed, facing us both, then reached out to hook her fingers in the waistband of Maya’s jeans. She looked up for permission. Maya nodded, so Sofia unbuttoned the fly, slow and careful, then peeled the jeans down Maya’s thighs. The underwear followed, and in a second Maya was naked, her skin goosebumped in the cold air.

Breathing calmly, she turned to look at Alex, who was gently caressing his penis while looking at her. After a few seconds, Sofia gulped because she knew what awaited her, and she didn’t know if she could resist it. Her legs were a bit weak, and her body was sensitive. She took off her shirt and simply dropped her bra to the floor. He picked it up and put it along with his clothes. She was standing naked in front of Alex, who was staring at her, covering her nipples and vagina, and said, “Done, sir.”

My eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Very funny Emilio" I slurred out annoyed. His wolf snickered and he shifted. Before me stood a God sculpted naked man. My face flushed red as I tried to look every where but him. "Aw Staz your face was priceless." He giggled pulling on some sweats. "Come on baby don't be so uptight, just submit to me." he stated dryly. I refused and he knew I refused to submit. He stepped closer when I didn't answer him causing me to back up to a tree as he kept advancing on me.

Her pointed nipples could be seen pressing against the top. Orla was slim but perfectly endowed in the right places, she had beautiful curves, medium sized natural tits and ass as well. She noticed that a lot of people were staring at her and a part of her loved it. Yes, she was beautiful and sexy, even though she was a slut, it never bothered her, at least not until Logan came into the picture. She had come to accept the fact that she was a Nympho and she stopped trying to give up, she stopped hating herself and came to terms with her addiction.