Vera Bambi Nude Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

Slowly, Frans guided Veronica's hand to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. Veronica's hands trembled, the female instinct inside her demanded that she obey Frans' wishes. Slowly, both of their upper bodies were now equally naked without Veronica realizing it, of course. I don't know when Frans had taken off the pajamas and bra he was wearing.

No wonder there's no girl around, but something just isn't quite right. "What's on your mind?" Vera's cheeks were involuntarily flushed, and there was a glint of water at the edges of her eyes as if there was any motivation to mention it and it would come out. Under the dim moonlight, her large and round breasts rose and fell non-stop, each beautiful body curve was vaguely exposed, making the viewer's nose bleed. Vera herself was both struggling and charming, completely different from anyone else. His clothes were still the same, except for his eyes that were dyed with lust that he didn't even know, his lips curled up into a seductive curve and his hands were soon covered with fluid that ea

What I saw made me pause right where I stood. Vera was pressed against the cold tile wall, naked. Carl was in front of her with his pants to the floor, stroking and pumping hard into her; they were having gruesome sex.

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She headed to the only cabin showing signs of life. In a moment, she thought. She climbed the steps and opened the cabin door, shouting, “Somebody, help me!” Then she froze when she saw the scene inside the cabin. Vero found people naked, and it took her a while to realize they were having sex. They do it on the couch and at the corners of the room. Others were using drugs and drinking alcohol. Almost everyone there stopped what they were doing and looked at Vero, while a pair who seemed to reach their climax didn’t care at all about her existence and kept moving their hips while moaning.

I let the leather straps slide down my arms and Veronica smiled at the sight of my breasts. I drew her head to my breast and felt her mouth on my nipple; it swelled and hardened instantly between her luscious lips. As Veronica suckled, I unzipped my tight pants and wriggled out of them; letting then fall to the floor. I too wore no panties. I gently pushed Veronica’s head away and knelt in front of her. I tried to indicate with my hand that everyone in the room was naked, and then I tugged at her skirt and asked, “OK?”

Veronica stood on shaking legs and began removing her habit with trembling fingers. First the veil, revealing her long dark hair pulled back in a simple braid. Then the scapular, the tunic, until she stood in just her plain undergarments and the tight cloth binding around her chest. "The binding too," Father Henry said, his eyes dark with hunger. Veronica unwrapped the binding, and immediately felt relief as her breasts were freed. They were enormous....heavy, full, straining. 36E at least, with large dark areolas and nipples that were already hard and leaking.

Roman’s voice continued—calm, sure, guiding. “Touch yourself. Start at your neck... move lower." She closed her eyes as her hand moved. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Watch yourself while you do it.” Her eyes fluttered open. The sight of her own body—vulnerable, exposed—startled her. Roman’s voice dropped, darker now. “That’s what I see when I look at you. Soft, breakable, and mine.” She bit her lip, hard, as her hand moved lower, "touch those perky nipples, Vera. Squeeze it," hesitant fingers following the instructions. Her fingers were skimming between her thighs. Her body arched, breath hitching.