Vera Bambi Nude Novels & Stories

I took some pictures but tried to stay in the background and let him take over the photo shoot. Tina's last bikini can best be described as two dots and a dash. The top was nothing more than strings holding together two tiny patches that only covered her nipples. The rest of her tits were totally exposed. The bottoms were the same. The strings held a patch of material that barely covered her bald pussy and even exposed some of her lips in some of the poses. She couldn't have gotten any closer to being completely naked. Jimmy's eyes drank in the beauty of her tight teen body as he began to snap picture after picture.

I’m like the rest of the village except, no condom or no recent STD clinic visit - no sex. 'What did you do for three hours?' I stopped and thought. I wanted to make this as titillating as possible. Poor Vera. She needed something to be horrified by. It makes the world go round and it would serve her right if she got a real shock. 'Curiosity killed the cat, Vera! We sat either end of the bed and watched each other masturbate.' The gasp was awesome. I thought it had to be followed by a heart attack. 'You never!' She paused and let my story sink into the folds of her aristocratic brain. 'You naughty little tinkers.'

Actually, I had plan to put on this lingerie for Zane the night we meet because it was titillating and there’s this irresistible eroticaura it gives. I took several pictures of me lying in randy positions, one could mistake me for a stripper. I smiled to myself when I stared at my banging hot nude image. The heat was too much, Zane might need a fire extinguisher because there was no way these images won't turn him on, they weren't ordinary pictures of me. ****** To Be Continued

Still sitting in the armchair and motionless, I lost myself in the image of Veronica Vacchiano. Like a Greek goddess never described in history and touched by the moonlight at that early hour, she was sitting up in bed, her torso completely naked while the thin sheet remained wrapped around her legs, her wavy hair half messy and tangled, her face marked by the pillow, and letting out one sleepy yawn after another. Damn it! At that moment, for the first time, besides the evil being in high heels that always bothered me, I saw that Veronica was also an angel. My little angel with horns and a devil's pointed tail.

Needing more friction I attempt to move my hips to match the fingers. “Come Bambina (Baby)” is all I hear and do without any hesitation. As my body continues to shake and my core throb I try to ride out my euphoric ending while trying to regain my breathing as a pair of strong arms move to hold me just as my body moves to lean against my captors, their god-like bodies with souls of the devil.

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

She suggested. “Well…oh.. if it’s okay with Vera, it’s okay with me..I’ve missed her mouth …and other things.” “Oh no mister. How are we going to have a true contest if you don’t try me? Vera can blow Cane. Whoever gets their man to cum first is the winner!” she proposed. Soon we were both on our knees, pulling their pants down. Both must of liked the idea of our little contest, because they both nearly popped out of their boxers.

She whimpered. "Always so f*cking wet" He groaned, moving his mouth even closer. He smelled her, and she smelled like paradise, like vanilla, and her perfect female scent he always hungered for. Suddenly, the video of her naked and covered in blood flashed in his mind. The men had confessed it wasn't Rosana before meeting their painful demise but he wasn't convinced. "Tell me, Bambolina, did those motherfuckers mess with you?" "No" She shivered due to the coldness in his voice. "They didn't touch me. You marked your territory so hard, they were scared to wave a finger"

Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory. Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.