Vtuber Marina Nude Novels & Stories

It felt strange to be so close to their naked bodies as they continued to caress one another. Though I was having my troubles in the sex department with Matt, I had always been faithful and never once seriously considered cheating on him during the three years of our marriage. Of course getting on the bed right next to two naked women who were about to have sex wasn’t what you could really call `cheating,’ but, nonetheless, it was heading into awkward territory. Now, looking straight into my eyes, Marge lowered her face to one of Tina’s breasts and started sucking on a nipple, a nipple which had quickly become erect with excitement.

I stroll down to the inner room revealing two moving nude bodies. The male’s holding the woman’s blonde hair, pummeling into her as she rubbed her clit, with her legs high in the air. “Yeah ba-by. I’m close.” He seethed. I’m so shocked by what I’m seeing. I mean not everyone wants to walk in a live porn session. And a virgin witnessing that? For a moment, I imagine what it would be like to have him inside me. . . Sorry what? All of a sudden, a slight pain hits my chest as I sight the guy I met at the club. The guy who stripped me off my job – Luca Marino.

-- [Marina's place] As a technological house, almost everything inside is computed, including the ground and ceilings. They have red neon lights which beeps at any slight impact. Marina is sitting in her main power room, her glasses on as she's currently in front of her systems, eye-hunting. Apart from the mob investigator, she's an investigator herself, and she put tabs on Driton everywhere so when he steps on a location, she'd get a signal. But as a bastard that he is, he's playing with the tabs so everyone of them is beeping. The America tabs, the Russia ones, the Alabamas and every other ones. They're blinking on her screen, literally making fun of her.

Robin made a sound that might have been a laugh if he'd committed to it. Marina scrambled to her feet, yanking her scrubs straight, clearing her throat about four times. "I'm fine. Professional. I'm professional." Her face was red enough to glow in the dark. I stepped closer. "Look, I need to see the other children." Marina's professional act crumbled. Back to staring at me like I might disappear if she blinked wrong.

David took long strides and snatched the phone from Terry's hands only to hear the little woman cursing him. "Don't even talk about that man, pretending to be a gentleman yet he is a pervert. Besides, he's ugly like a duckling,fat like a pig and his face looks like that of an old man. Thinking about it,I feel like vomiting." Marina continued cursing "Keep him as my fuck buddy? What a joke. He isn't even good-looking. Why would I consider him, I better keep a few young and pretty boys as my concubines. That way when I get home. I'll have one to take off my coat, one to remove my shoes,one to massage me, another to..."

I wasn’t sure what to do again. I stood up from the bed and headed for my room. Maybe taking a cold bath will calm my throbbing head. I pushed the door open, and my hand froze on the doorknob when I saw Marina on the bed, lying naked with the most seductive yet disgusting expression ever. She ran her fingers through her hair and changed poses every second, her gaze fixed on me. I watched as she grasped her breasts, rolling her nipples into turgid peaks.

White mess still spilled across her collarbone, dripping lower to mix with the streaks already smeared across her breasts. Robert pinched her nipple, twisting hard until she cried out. “Good little cumdump,” he said, squeezing harder. “Covered just the way you should be.” Kellan shoved her shoulder, forcing her down onto her knees, cum dripping everywhere. Her chest heaved. Her tits were streaked and shining, while her face was painted with cum and her mouth still dripped. Marina groaned, staring up at me with wild eyes. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, spit and cum running down her chin.

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

Her name was Marina. Marina was a happy, joyful siren, with a great love for singing. In her free time, she loved to go and play with the animals of the ocean, and she was always willing to help those creatures who were in trouble. In all these aspects she was like any other siren in the ocean, but her charms came with an important detail that made her different to others: she was naïve and innocent, so she was unaware of the risks that existed beyond the surface of the ocean. Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.