Vanessa Grasse Nude Novels & Stories

Phones flew up, recording the scandalous scene. Vanessa shoved Gideon flat onto his back, arched her spine dramatically like a pornstar, and rode him even harder — proper, shameless, exhibitionist cowgirl. Her sapphire dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her full tits bouncing heavily inside the plunging neckline with every powerful slam downward. Her round ass rippled and clapped loudly against his thighs as she took his cock to the hilt again and again, creamy juices dripping down his balls.

Because at the moment, she felt like one. Noah ran a hand through his hair. Evan lay on the sofa, his weight creaking and overburdening it. With leisure, he'd notice the inside of the house, something that gave way to explain Flynn. Right now, his instincts kicked in and he took over. Mikhail somehow located the water source in this house, not that he'd have to search a place this small. Vanessa, she looked pretty. No, that wasn't right. Ethereal, in her shorts that reached her knees and a flannel like an old top. Her hair was tied in a bun, and those ashen feet stood out against the wood floor. She wasn't wearing a bra was she? Under just the right light…

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

“Ethan! There you are!” Vanessa Reynolds stood in the doorway wearing a tight white tank top that clung to her massive breasts and black yoga pants that hugged her wide hips and thick, juicy ass like a second skin. At 42, she looked like a fucking goddess. Long, wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a beautiful face with full lips and sultry green eyes. Her body was pure MILF perfection, with heavy DD tits, a soft but toned stomach, and an ass that jiggled slightly with every movement.

I turned, wiping the water from my eyes. Vanessa was standing there. She had dropped her silk robe onto the floor, her body lean and pale through the mist. She didn't look like a bride, she looked like a hunter who had finally cornered her prey. She stepped into the shower, the water slicking her hair back, her eyes dropping to my waist. "Woah," she breathed, a predatory smirk stretching across her face. "Down there... it’s even bigger than I remembered. The biggest I have ever taken."

Of course she puts me next to hers. “Emma, you’re with me,” she says, smiling like it’s nothing. “Closer to the boss means better networking, right?” I laugh nervously. “Sure, Vanessa.” Inside the tent the air feels too thick. She changes right in front of me, peeling off her hiking shirt without shame. Her bra is black lace. Her breasts are full, nipples already hard against the fabric. I look away, cheeks burning. “You’re tense,” she murmurs. “Come here.”

'Clothing Optional Beyond This Point - No Phones - No Cameras' Vanessa looked over at me, shrugging playfully. "Might as well, seems to be that kind of vacation." On a whim we continued through the brush. At first it wasn't noticeably different than the portion of the beach that we had just left. We continued strolling, some couples fully suited, swimming in the ocean. We walked past an older Hispanic man, nude - with a small penis and a large gut. I saw Vanessa quickly avert her eyes. Then we soon ran into a slightly younger couple who were also nude, and not unattractive - but we both avoided staring. I had never been on a nude beach before and it somehow felt surprisingly normal, even rel

I had no desire to go over to her desk where she was making notes on some animal undergoing an operation. Vanessa finished up and walked over to the kitchenette to grab one of the beers. Not for the first time I envied her slim physique. Vanessa was beautiful without trying. Her dark chocolate skin was completely flawless, unlike my pale complexion that flushed red at the slightest temperature change. She kept her curly hair short, which allowed the stunning angles of her face to shine. Her large dark eyes looked disapprovingly at the cheap beer I’d bought. “I know you don’t splash out, but this is even crapper than the stuff you normally bring.” She made a face, but still took a large swig.

Somehow Nick always managed to make her tingly all over. image With Aria busily planning the mating ball, Vanessa was on her own in the fashion, hair, and makeup department. She dug through her recently stocked closet and settled on a gunmetal-grey, ankle-length velvet dress. It had thick, satin straps, and plunged into a sweetheart neckline. Strappy black heels completed the look. She was glad Nick was so tall. In the past she had felt self-conscious wearing heels. It had often made her bigger than all the boys. Luckily, they seemed to grow these lycans extra tall. Vanessa decided on a natural makeup look and swept her hair up into a French twist.

Vanessa took her time getting dressed, instructing her hairstylist and makeup artist to create a simple yet elegant look. Her nails were done an hour ago, and were a perfect combination of simplicity and class. She wore a stunning black sleeveless gown designed with gold stones and paired with exquisite jewelry from her own brand. The latest, unreleased collection, designed with real gold and tiny diamond stones, added a touch of confidence and elegance to her overall appearance. As she checked herself in the mirror, she felt satisfied with her reflection.