Sofia Vargas Nude Novels & Stories

"Check out Sofiya's I*******m. Faster!“ she said and suddenly nervous surrounded me. What about Sofiya's i*******m? I hurried to open i*******m and I searched for Sofiya’s name. She is not my follower and her account is not private. I scrolled down immediately and a picture came up that had just uploaded. Sofiya took a selfie while there was a man without clothes behind her and facing the bed. He was wearing pants and I knew very well whose back it was. Taiden.

His dark skin glistened with a heavy sheen of sweat, powerful muscles rippling as he approached like a predator stalking prey. Sofia didn’t speak. She simply let the slip fall to her feet, standing completely naked in the humid night. Rafael grabbed her by the throat, his large, calloused hand burning hot against her soft skin, and slammed her down onto the wide wooden platform. The rough, warm planks pressed hard against her back, the grain of the wood biting into her sweat-slicked skin as he ripped the last of her clothing away. He freed his monstrous cock and rammed it into her soaked pussy in one savage thrust.

Sofia, who had the keys, calmly opened the two doors; one to Esteban's room and the other, the bathroom, where she saw him with his back turned and completely naked. Sofia stifled a moan, what her eyes saw was much better than what she saw in the practices with such tight uniforms that leave everything in evidence. It was obvious that her body was better and she was surprised she hadn't noticed it when they hadn't practiced together for a short time. However, she was grateful that he had improved his fitness, even if they weren't training. That, to her, was a magnificent gift that she was about to taste. Sofia, remembering all their times together, stepped forward and began to lower the firs

My mouth actually waters. And then my top and bra are off. "Fuck," Noah chokes out as his gaze roams my nude body. Our gazes lock. A second ticks by, two, three. Then he licks his lips and moves close again, filling his palms with my aching breasts. When his thumbs sweep over my nipples, I whimper. They're so hard they actually hurt. "Your tits are perfect, Sofi." I can't speak. I'm too busy watching his face as he plays with my breasts. Each caress makes my heart beat even faster. I'm sure he feels the rapid thump-thump beneath his exploring hands. He shoves the thong down my legs. I'm naked now.

The door opened again. Diego Vargas stepped in alone. He was taller than she thought, maybe six-two, built like someone who fought for a living. Black hair cropped short, cold dark eyes, and a scar running through one eyebrow. He wore a black button-up with the sleeves rolled, showing thick forearms covered in tattoos. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat he’d just bought. “Name,” he said. Flat voice. No anger, just command. “Sofia,” she whispered.

The door opened again. Diego Vargas stepped in alone. He was taller than she thought, maybe six-two, built like someone who fought for a living. Black hair cropped short, cold dark eyes, and a scar running through one eyebrow. He wore a black button-up with the sleeves rolled, showing thick forearms covered in tattoos. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat he’d just bought. “Name,” he said. Flat voice. No anger, just command. “Sofia,” she whispered.