Treasure Passion Nude Novels & Stories

It doesn't take long before I'm crashing again, hearing him crashing with me. “I want you naked.” He breathes as he slips out. I moan at the emptiness. “Soon,” he chuckles and promises. I remove my gown and bra, throwing them away like trash. I find Ryan naked and smirking at me. “On your back,” I move as instructed. “Your legs bent.” I do so. He kneels between my legs and dips his tongue into my pussy. “Ryan,” I moan as my hand slips into his hair.

“Rain, Joshua cut his wrists. The doctors just managed to save him, but he’s in a bad mental state. Could you visit him?” Rain scowled. “What happened?” “Some people started badmouthing Joshua online…” Rain asked Anna to wait for a moment so that she could go on Twitter. Joshua’s name was indeed among the top ten trending tags. Someone had exposed the fact that Joshua had chosen to marry Rain even though he loved someone else. That person also uploaded videos of Joshua embarrassing Rain multiple times in public because of Lily. They also revealed the fact that he had lied to Rain and used the people online to force Rain to get back with him.

Swallowing more and more of her distended n*ppl*s, she moaned with excitement building within her. Reciting the same erotic procedure, I disgorged her sopping wet melons and rushed to her round browns bumps. Eventually, Lesley dragged me from her chest and pulled my shirt off. Thenceforth, the talented babe rushed her fingertips on my bare chest and scratched my n*ppl*s. With that, she s*ck*d my red n*ppl*s until they hardened, her nostrils racing air in and out. My skin steaming under the slutty romance, she unzipped my trousers, dropped it to my knees and uncaged my hard–rock d*ck.

She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin, every sensation amplified by how long they had denied this—denied themselves. Isabella’s hands fumbled at his waistband, but he caught them, slowing her. “Let me,” he murmured. He undressed her with reverence, like unwrapping something sacred. And when she stood before him, bare and unashamed, he stepped back and stared like he’d never seen anything so painfully, achingly beautiful. “Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered. “Like what?” “Like I’m breakable.” His eyes darkened. “You’re not. But you are mine.”

It was at that instant that I became aware of a sheer bra and thin panty covering my nakedness. A blurred memory reminded me that I had found myself so hot that in the early morning I had decided to take off my clothes. “Get the fuck out of my house, bitch!” “Stop calling me that, asshole!” I exploded in fury, suddenly. “Who are you raising your voice to?” he grabbed me violently by the arm, twisting it. “I'd have you beaten up just like I did him, but you're so weak you'd die, so I choose for you to live to see what you did, so you'll always remember that you wasted the chance to spend the rest of your life with a millionaire.”

She reached out and traced one fingernail lightly over the wet spot on his shorts, right along the throbbing head of his cock. “So big,” she whispered. “Even bigger than I imagined when I was touching myself earlier.” Alex groaned. His hips jerked forward on instinct. Elena chuckled softly, dark and promising. She gave the head one teasing squeeze through the fabric, then stepped back. With deliberate slowness she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. It whispered to the floor, pooling around her bare feet. Completely naked now. Voluptuous. Perfect. Heavy breasts with those thick nipples begging to be sucked. Wide hips. Thick thighs. And that dripping, shaved cunt that looked like it was made

"Lick it more, daddy!" I use my mind-reading, slipping into their thoughts. I could feel the caramel-skinned woman's desperation to be filled, the slim girl's need to please, and the black girl's craving for hard, rhythmic friction. I knew exactly what they wanted before they even asked. Cravings, fantasies, the exact spot that made them shake—it was all laid bare in my head. I flip the caramel-skinned woman over, gripping her hips and sliding my cóck deep into her tight, wet pûssy. She screams, her fingers digging into the sheets.

At that moment, Natalie senses was very much clouded , she didn't care if he was drunk and unconscious. She was going to have him today. Her body reacting totally in sync with her decision. She approached him like a vixen and straddles him, moaning in ecstasy as her core felt the hardness of his pride. She caresses him , spoting soft kisses all over his now bared chiseled abs and chest. Soon she is all over him, his neck, face and ears. Her hand lowered down, palming. Chase stirs with a breathy groan , taking hold of Natalie and tightening his grip.

DIRTY AFFAIR WITH HIS IDENTICAL TWIN Chapter 66~ This isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other nude, but I still can’t get used to it. He is so hot, I shiver at his touch as he grasps my arm and leads it to his well-defined six-pack, encouraging me to touch him. “Touch me,” he orders. I met his gaze, his eyes burning with passion and lust as he watches me." “Like this?” I teased him.

I command, my voice taking on a more sensual tone. Tristan obeys without hesitation, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he slowly reveals his toned chest and abs. I watch him with rapt attention, my gaze lingering on the bruise on his collarbone. It's a beautiful reminder of our passion, a testament to the intensity of our desires.