Therica Wilson-read Nudes Novels & Stories

she whispered. I added a second finger and began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm, curling slightly to find the spot that made her hips jerk. My thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Elena’s hands braced on my shoulders. She rode my fingers with increasing urgency, her breasts moving with each shallow thrust of her hips. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned forward and took one nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder now, matching the pace of my hand.

Kelly who was on her way out stopped and turned her head to the widescreen. A guy was f*cking Trishia on a queen-size bed. They were both naked and both high having a wild s*x. It was a recorded video. “No! No! No!” “Stop this video! Stop this video!” “That is not me! That is not me!” Trishia cried out. Her cold sweats came out seeing herself in the video with Winston. Her body was uncontrollably trembling in shame. “Oh, baby! It’s my turn.” In the video, Trishia sounded while flipping her naked body and positioned herself on top of the naked guy.

His right hand slide the arms of Leotard off her shoulders while the left kept fingering what nobody knows. In not much time, they were both naked, consuming their lips in brutal kisses. A moment ago, Williams was trying to be professional. Now here he is, drooling over Melissa's naked body, trying to put his morals together so he wouldn't have to take advantage of the poor girl. "What's wrong?" Melissa asked. Williams couldn't answer, he rushed to pick up her Leotard but Melissa stopped him. She caresses his nipple then down to his stomach till she got to his pride.

Josie and Hunny miss you. Theresa sent her sister a picture of herself holding a professionally developed glossy photograph in her cherry red manicured hand. The long nails were clipped around it perfectly, and Whitney didn’t even have to squint to observe the photo clearly. Unable to stop herself, the urge to smile involuntarily pulled the corners of her naturally flushed lips upward.

Clarisa secretly laughed, noticing his nervousness. Her gown slid down, revealing her sexy underwear. She was only wearing a thong. Reed's eyes stayed glued to her body. She arched her back slightly to tease him further. Let's see if he can keep his promise, she thought. “Shall we go to the shower?” she said, breaking the silence. “A-ahm, sure, let’s go,” Reed stammered. They stepped into the bathtub, both completely naked. She noticed that his manhood was already standing at attention.

“Yes, you’ve been saying it for a while Tori. You don’t need to say it again.” “And please keep it to yourself. I don’t wanna hear how gross you are.” “Tsk, as if you’re not gross Geo. You’re the one who made the three way. You thought they bet you.” “And what’s gross about that? Are you kink shaming me?” “No I’m not. I’m blaming you add a person not your kinks. ‘Cause your gross.” Wilder rolled his eyes at both of them. The two talked earlier about their bad experiences this past week. While he is passive and will only nod if asked. He’s not even sure if the woods caught his interest or he doesn’t just have a story to tell.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

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.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a file, handing it to me with a casual flick of his wrist. I hesitated, the anger momentarily forgotten as I took the file. My fingers trembled as I opened it, the images inside causing my breath to catch in my throat. There they were—Williams and Allison, naked, having sex. The photos were taken from a window, skillfully angled to avoid showing their private parts, but the implication was unmistakable.

Near one of the firepits, a woman was completely naked, straddling the lap of a seated warrior, riding his cock aggressively while another man stood behind her, his hands gripping her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck. It was pure, uncensored pornography playing out in real life. It was dirty, it was wet, and it was completely unapologetic. There were no closed doors. There was no shame. If someone wanted someone, they grabbed them, threw them down, and took them while the rest of the pack cheered or ignored them entirely. My southern upbringing was screaming at me. Every single etiquette lesson, every rule of propriety I had ever been taught demanded that I turn around, cover my eye