Vicky Stark Naked Novels & Stories

Vicky shoved me onto it, face down, then flipped me over like I weighed nothing. She stripped off her dress in one smooth motion, revealing her lush body, her heavy breasts swaying free, nipples dark and erect like chocolate peaks, her stomach soft and curving down to her wide hips and thighs that begged to be parted. "Get naked," she ordered, standing over me with her hands on her hips, her pussy already glistening in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. I scrambled to obey, peeling off my sundress and tossing it aside. I had no bra, and no panties left— I was bare, my skin flushed, my own nipples tight and aching.

"Help me get changed." Walter did not press the issue, knowing that she was upset. Sighing, he quietly led Trevor out of the room. Yara walked up to Vicky in turn, slowly lifting her blanket—Vicky's thin white silk pajamas barely hid her perfect figure. After Yara undressed her and Vicky lay naked before Frank, his pupils dilated. He could not help being impressed by her perfect body, and even if he had seen plenty himself, he could not help ogling…

She nodded and returned the smile, she was overwhelmed. "But before we move forward, I have got something to show you." He said. "Compilation of our pictures since we were children." He added and Vicky couldn't believe her ears. So all she needed to do all along was just to push a little button and he was all hers. She blamed herself for not acting sooner enough. The hall fell silent and the TV screen came on. With anticipation, everyone waited for the slideshow to start. And there it started, only that it wasn't any slide show but a nude show. Vicky, in the midst of two people on the bed, a lady and a man. They were all naked.

It sounded strained, like he was going through something difficult. “I’m coming!” I said quickly. I set the pot down on the table and hurried toward the bathroom door, heart pounding with concern. The moment I stepped in, I froze. Viktor was completely naked, standing under the shower spray. Water cascaded down his sculpted chest, over the defined lines of his abs, and lower… My eyes widened at the sight of his cock — long, thick, heavily veined, and already half-hard. It looked shockingly familiar. Oh my goodness!

And I just so happen to have a shit ton of money sitting in my bank account. The boys are out of my view, but I still wait behind to make sure none comes back. Eventually, I end my stalking and head up to the building. I knock on the door so hard that anymore, the old thing will fall off it's hinges. The door opens and I have to remind myself to close my mouth. Vicky is standing there wearing a sweat shirt and short shorts. They're so short he's basically naked. It doesn't dawn on him till it's obvious I'm gawking.

Her pussy glistened, swollen and ready. Victoria Nyxar stood at the center like a demon queen ascending her throne. She was completely naked except for her black silk tie still knotted loosely around her neck. Her own monstrous futa cock with a huge, swelling knot at the base, throbbed angrily, the head already dripping with potent, infernal seed.

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...

And Stood in front of Him, Stark Naked. "You said you won't marry me even if I stand naked in front of you, Mr Bonkers. Can you say the same words now after seeing my assets?" she asked, touching her bosom seductively and Viso smirked internally as He looked at her body once again. Everything was perfect on her porcelain naked skin. Her sexy curves would kill any man with its sight. Her body was enticing, especially the little red mole between her breasts.

Finally, she unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest. Sebastian was shocked by Vicky's action. "Vicky, you're…" He tried to raise his hand, but he realized he could not gather any strength from his body. He was stunned and soon realized what happened as he looked at the glass of water on the coffee table. "Vicky, what are you trying to do?" Vicky did not answer the question. She was in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. When his chest was out in the open…she realized that there were no scratches on it.

The kitchen was bright, filled with the smell of frying eggs and fresh coffee. Vicky’s mom, Sarah, was at the stove, her back to the room as she hummed a happy tune. Greg sat at the kitchen island, his large frame hunched over a plate of toast, staring blankly at the morning news on his tablet. Vicky stepped into the room, her short denim skirt barely covering her thighs. She didn't have any panties on. She could feel the cool air against her skin, a secret that made her smirk.