Suki Lopez Nude Novels & Stories

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

Felix was shocked, pulled open the car door, and saw that the person was actually Sukie Lane that they had just mentioned. Felix frowned with just one glance at her. It was now nighttime and it was not so hot anymore, but Sukie was still wearing denim shorts that only reached the roots of her thighs, as well as a low-necked, waist-hugging, navel-baring tank top. It was just the kind of clothing that could not cover any more skin than a bikini could, something that Quinn Shetford would be embarrassed to even wear at home. As for Sukie’s makeup, it was even more unflattering.

A thick strand of her wetness stretched between her thighs as the fabric came away. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaked,” I muttered, voice thick with hunger. Sophia stepped out of her clothes, now completely naked in front of me. Athletic, strong, and so fucking feminine. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, lips puffy and flushed dark pink. I shoved my own shorts and boxers down. My thick, veiny cock sprang free, heavy and rock-hard. It bobbed in the air, the fat head glistening with pre-cum. Sophia’s eyes locked onto it, her lips parting in clear hunger.

The first picture was replaced by a couple watching a man and a woman make love. The couple watching squirmed and kissed each other as the couple fucking went at it. Sandy switched the picture again. Now one girl stood naked in front of a group of men who were clearly excited by her presence. The girl issued orders and the men followed her instructions. I heard Sandy draw in her breath and let it out slowly saying “Oh man this is really cool” as she exhaled.

"Are you serious? Shit yeah." Dave smiled, looked around to make sure their wives weren't around, pulled out his phone, and found a couple of pictures of Lori he had taken when she was a few years younger. It was a picture of Lori standing naked with her hands on her hips, her breasts and trimmed bush exposed. Carlos looked at the picture with lust in his eyes almost drooling. He always imagined seeing Lori fully nude and now he was experiencing the next best thing. Seeing how much his friend was enjoying the nude picture of his wife, Dave swiped his screen to show him another. This one was of Lori from behind, glancing over her shoulder at the camera. Her long legs and full, round ass were

Loki Letus, a rich, handsome and influential man, who had an androgynous body, long red hair and of German origin, that region was close to the Swiss Alps, where he had his winter skiing business and various hobbies and snow sports. There he was, fucking another woman, a rich young businesswoman, all around him, fucking the beautiful blonde, named Ariadne Papadaquis, who was on all fours, while observing other couples spread out, she was one of his seasonal lovers, in which he offered discounts, in exchange for spending a few nights being fucked by him. The man was a muscular, handsome, red-haired, green-eyed version who had countless servants and trains and cable cars. There in the middle o

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

And then she froze. Because sitting on Elias’ bed, cross legged and calm, was Nadai. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, a stark, unfamiliar beauty in the bright Thai morning light. She wasn’t dressed in rags anymore, not in the tattered clothes Elias had first found her in. Instead, she wore Suki’s oversized white hoodie and a pair of volleyball shorts that clearly weren’t hers. A book rested in her lap. For a split second, silence wrapped the room. Suki’s eyes widened, her breath caught, and then...

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

Luci had her afro in two buns, with two strands of twists decending on her forehead. She was wearing a matching set of plain red bikini. Her skin looked a little more tanned than it usually was, giving her a nice glow in the sunlight. She laid down on the sun lounger, looking at the waterfall as the sun caught its water beads as it fell into the kidney-shaped pool. Sira observed her from some distance with a tray of drinks in her hands, willing herself to go talk to her like she planned. At that moment, she didn't know what exactly she wanted to say, all she knew was that she needed to say something to her.