Vicki Li Nude Novels & Stories

Crystal was disappointed to feel the guy's hard cock slip from between her legs for the last time, but she was also very intrigued by this gorgeous naked woman who wanted to dance with her. She was olive-skinned, with smallish, but perfectly shaped tits, and was completely naked except for a pair of high-heels. As she put her arms around Crystal, and drew her in so that their naked nipples rubbed together, the woman said, "Hi. My name's Vicki. That was my husband I just cut in on. I hope you don't mind too awfully much." "No," Crystal lied a little. But although she was disappointed to have lost the cock that had been rubbing her pussy, she was also very curious about dancing, naked, with an

It was unlike other videos she used to watch. Vicky swallowed and tapped on the profile to see more of his videos. She tapped on a recent video. It was a different woman that looked like a hot model. She was lying on her back, a towel barely draped across her stomach. His hands were massaging her cleavage, gliding down between the soft swell of her breasts. She could see his thumbs brushing the sides of her breast, even near her nipples.

Both stare at the one remaining crumb, brown against black. Vicki scoots back and lowers herself between Renata’s boots until her breasts, belly and cunt rest on the floor. Legs sticking out, her heels point toward the ceiling. She lays her cheek against the right boot, her head resting on it like a pillow, and Renata feels shivers down her spine at the sight of that soft, pale skin resting on the hard, dark toe of the leather encasing her foot. Her mouth against the laces, Vicki pulls back her lips, like a doe nibbling at a leaf. Gingerly, she picks

If you're not comfortable, I won't make you, but I would love to see what a goddess looks like up close. My cheeks flushed as a smirk tilted my lips. Tonight... to hell with Victor. It was time that I felt good for a change! I got up from my bed and took off my silk dress as I stood naked in front of the full-length body mirror. Using my phone to obscure my face, I got on my knees and used my upper arms to squeeze my breasts together. Then, I snapped the photo and hit send. [thelordtobias42: Holy fuck, Lily. You really are perfect in every way... May I call?]

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?

"She owns my orgasm!" Vicki turned to look at the phone. "Was that good enough Vivian? Is she allowed to cum?" The response from Vivian was quick and showed a ruthlessness I didn't know she had. "Not yet. She should have known immediately. Give each nipple five quick snaps and let's see if she can beg better after that."

One email from Lily stood out, sent three weeks before Marco Vale’s scandal exploded: “Destroy him completely. I want his career in ashes. Then I’ll make you the biggest star this world has ever seen. You belong to me now.” Victoria’s stomach dropped. She took photos of everything with her phone, her heart hammering so hard she felt like she was going to drop dead anytime soon. She was about to close the folder when she saw one last item at the bottom. A photo of Sebastian and Lily Carter. They were naked in bed together. Lily was kissing his neck while Sebastian stared at the camera with cold, empty eyes. The date on the photo was only eleven months ago. Victoria felt like she was going to

From Ria, the professor, Johnny and randos I know not. Having no particular use for the phone, my finger, by its own sheer will goes to Vicky's page. I- I mean, it swipes and scrolls through all his pictures. I let my eyes linger on some more than others. One of them being him posting the sluttiest picture in social media history. I know that's an exaggeration but that's how I feel. Vicky is clad in thongs, that is visible through the netty pantyhose he has on. There are fur boots on his feet that match the fur jacket on. I shamelessly save the pictures. All 13 of them.

Morning light sliced through the kitchen blinds in sharp golden bars. Vicky stood at the counter pouring coffee, trying to act normal. Her hands shook just enough to make the mug clink against the pot. She wore an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her thighs—no bra, no panties, nipples poking against the thin cotton like they were begging for attention.