Vanessa Curry Nude Novels & Stories

Tasha said, taking the stool from my vanity and moving it in front of the mural that was painted on the wall where we were planning to set up the nursery. After that pose we did one where all three of my men put their hands on my stomach, then one of each of them kneeling in front of me with their lips pressed to my round belly. “Okay, I think we need something a little more sensual for the next round of photos. Take off your bra, Vanessa,” Tasha directed. “Tasha, no one will develop these with my tits hanging out,” I sighed in exasperation. “No one will see them, Vanessa. Master Mateo, step behind Vanessa and wrap your arm around her, cupping her breasts. Then place your other hand on her s

"Denver, come here—there’s a hammock on the terrace!" Marcus grinned, the tension in his shoulders easing as he took in Vanessa’s laughter. Denver whistled, dropping his bag onto the bed. "Okay, maybe you were right about the ocean view." Showers were first on the agenda, the hot water washing away the last traces of travel. Vanessa and India emerged in flowing, vibrant maxi dresses—Vanessa’s teal dress fluttered around her ankles, while India’s coral number shimmered in the light. Their hair, still damp, framed their glowing faces.

In the moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw her, Tyler’s mom, Vanessa. Vanessa was 44 years old and the epitome of a hot, divorced MILF. She had a body with full, heavy breasts, wide hips and thick thighs that Jake had secretly fantasized about for years. She wore nothing but a thin, short robe that was loosely tied, revealing deep cleavage and smooth legs. “Vanessa?” Jake whispered, his heart hammering in his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re holding back, Avery. Let it show. Let me see how much you want this.” From the side of the room, I heard the soft rustle of fabric. Zara had stepped away from the camera – which was now clearly recording video, its red light blinking steadily. She was stripping slowly, peeling off her top to reveal full, bare breasts with tight pink nipples. Her shorts followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood completely naked, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. “Christ…” I whispered, unable to look away from her. She settled into the armchair across from us, legs spread shamelessly. One hand trailed down her stomach and between her thighs, fingers circling her own clit as she wa

Vanessa said, "I refuse to believe it." The blonde woman looked down at her own chest. Somehow though all of this, I'd lost track of the fact Vanessa was naked except for her necklace. Vanessa's breasts were fantastic, like the rest of her. But she touched her own tit like it was a sad, popped balloon. "You have to introduce me to your guy," Vanessa said, "Whoever did these for you should be sainted."

I cry under the shower. I step out of the room when I'm tidied and don't reek of alcohol, however, I wish I could go back right in because right across the hall, a few doors away is Vance in shorts and a white sleeves shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows, revealing his sinful tattoos and standing before him is a girl in a pink bikini bra and shorts. A pout shapes on my face when I scan her from head to toe and see her figure is ideal, her hair is also flawless and her features are even better. My pout deepens seeing the way they smile at each other, talking and her body swaying forward whenever she laughs.

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

How annoying! Right now, I’m wearing a flowy silvery-white dress. It has no sleeves, but it accentuates my breast making them appear bigger than they are. A slit runs down the valley and stops a few inches down. My hair sits in a messy Elsa braid over my shoulder, a few strings free to shape my face. And a white silky smooth curtain trail behind me. I stare at my legs, relieved they at least allowed me to rip up the bottom of the dress. I wasn’t going to walk around feeling so constricted. No way! “You look so beautiful!” Theia gushes.

His eagle like eyes gawked at her as if she was his prey. "I am done." Lisa ate to her desire and stretched her arms feeling refreshed. She then left the bed and headed to bathroom. After a long a nice bath, Lisa wore Mustard Crepe Plain Balloon Ruffled Dress, which complimented her pale skin. She stepped out of walk in closet and frowned. Brad was sitting on couch with business magazine in his hand- reading it with leisure. His tilted face under the bright sunlight was a beautiful sight for Lisa. He had a different charisma.

It was when Cassian glanced at Vera. Her skin looked very smooth and flawless under the light. She had a perfect figure—in fact, she was blessed with nice curves and amazing assets. Paired with her long and slender legs, Vera was the epitome of a seductress. Her charm was amplified, especially since her clothes were all disheveled. Cassian paused for a moment. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and took a few photos of Vera. As he tapped away on the button, he cackled to himself.