Vermeil In Gold Boobs Novels & Stories

Red velvet—bold, dramatic. Midnight blue satin—sleek, mysterious. Champagne gold—soft, romantic. Black lace overlay—edgy, sensual. Each time she stepped out, the women oohed and aahed. Each time she looked in the mirror, she saw a different version of herself. None of them felt quite like her. The gold one came last. Shimmering, floor-length, with a slit up the thigh and thin straps that crossed in the back. It clung like a second skin, then flared softly at the bottom.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

she purred. She peeled off her crop top, revealing those perfect, perky breasts I had fantasized about for weeks—full, round, with dark pink nipples pierced by tiny silver barbells that glinted in the dim light. Then she hooked her thumbs into her thong and slid it down slowly, letting me see everything.

Silver's hands moved to cup his balls as she began to lick and suck his cock. Copper looked up at Talyn and smiled before she turned her attention again to Gold's firm, round breasts. Her eyes were the color of mahogany, rich warm brown with just a hint of wine red. Copper's skin was satiny and a warm coppery tan. Her breasts were smaller but firm and pert with pebble hard nipples. She gasped loudly when his fingers found one and pulled it. She shivered and came instantly. He grinned and Gold moved around Copper to bury her face between Copper's well-rounded, perky buttocks. Copper squealed again, warm eyes wide and hazy with pleasure. Talyn lifted her pearly red lips to his and began to kis

She looked at the many objects neatly organized, within the dark purple velvet lining, and frowned. There were two tubes of lubricant, a tube of thick pink colored liquid called crème assaisonnée de mamelon, and what looked like a purple finger splint, with a very bumpy surface. There were two very pretty gold clamps encased in small white crystals, that resembled elaborate clothespins, with a sliding hinge and a matching gold chain holding them together. There were two rather odd-looking small hangman’s nooses of silver braided twine, each with a metal slide at the knot.

My fingers traced the cool surfaces lightly, my expression one of casual admiration. I waited patiently for the perfect moment. When he finally turned his back to fetch another velvet-lined tray from the storage area behind the counter, my heart quickened. My fingers moved quickly and smoothly, years of experience guiding them with precision. In one fluid motion, I slipped the stunning diamond tennis bracelet—worth a cool twenty thousand dollars—straight into the front of my lace bra. It nestled securely against the warm skin of my breast, the cool metal and stones sending a tiny shiver through me, yet it created no noticeable bulge that someone might spot from a distance.

I tell her, my tone flat. Her lips curve into a smile, teeth glowing white. She bites her lower lip like she's trying to sell me some fantasy I'm not buying. She reaches back and unclasps her bra. The straps slip down her shoulders and she lets it fall away, releasing two round, silicone-packed tits. They sit high on her chest, stiff and too big for her frame.

My cheeks burned the second I saw what was inside. A cream card sat on top in his bold handwriting: My beautiful red-haired doll. I believe I will see you wearing this. Underneath lay three sets of the most sinful lingerie I’d ever seen—white, black, and deep red. His favorite colors, I guessed. My stomach flipped in the best way. But there was more. A small velvet pouch spilled open, and two delicate silver nipple rings caught the dying light, each one crowned with a tiny diamond that sparkled like it had secrets.

Master said, seeing them first. I agreed whole heartedly. Both women were so beautiful and their jewelry did everything to complement their beauty. Chantelle had a gold colored metal collar. I could not imagine the whole thing would be gold. From the loop at the front of the necklace, chains went to each of her nipples and fastened to hoops in each one. Miniature gold handcuffs descended from each of her nipples. She had collar matching gold bracelets on each wrist. She had a belly button piercing with miniature gold handcuff's suspended from it. Chantelle had a labial piercing with three dangling medallions which chimed as she walked like a wind chime. There was writing on one I couldn't re

Silver stilettos with high fuck-me heels, Body-embracing indigo sequin dress, Shimmering jewelry adorning the ankles, Off the shoulder and criss-cross back, Long see-through lace sleeves; perfect illusion of modesty, Captivating choker necklace decorating delicate neck, Designers' dangling earrings, Smokey eyes, long scanty lashes and fiery red lipstick, Alluring silver blonde waves cascading down the shoulders, Silver clutch purse... Cologne exuding bold feminine sensuality with a touch of elegance and class.