Zara Larsson Naked Novels & Stories

(AURIANNA'S POV) For a few seconds, my brain stops working. Like, genuinely stops. Zayne is standing there, completely naked, water still dripping down his chest, his wet hair slicked back like something straight out of a goddamn cologne commercial. Droplets slide down the ridges of his abs, over the sharp V-line of his hips, and further-oh my God. My mouth goes dry. I've seen him naked before-unfortunately, that memory from Natasha's apartment is permanently burned into my brain-but this is different.

Mother Lily clapped his hands in a rush. Every time Mother Lily clapped his hands, all of us were in a daze as it was his cue that we had to triple our speed. Lucky me, I could even quadruple my speed compared to the rest of the strippers. So, without further ado, I grabbed my backpack and rushed out of the club. Twelve minutes later, I still have three more minutes to reach out to her room number. When I got into her room, pieces of red rose petals were scattered on the floor aligned with lit-up candles, leading to the bed, where a naked old woman was lying with a curve.

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

powerful and hungry. Emboldened by those first shattering orgasms, Lara took a tentative step forward, then another, wandering deeper into the mansion. She was completely naked now except for her glasses, which she pushed back up her nose with a trembling hand. Cum trailed down her legs like badges of honor, proof that she'd finally let go, finally indulged the secret freak she'd always hidden. The cool floor under her bare feet contrasted with the heat radiating from her body, and every shift of her thighs made her aware of the slick mess between them and the way her pussy lips felt puffy and used.

Naked? His silvery eyes started to turn into red color as he looked at her. It looked like she took a bath as she started applying oils to her body. Her body odor filled his nostrils. Unconsciously he took steps forward to her. Adira didn't notice her husband in her chambers as she continued with her actions. When she was done applying her oils, she turned toward her bed. As her clothes were placed on it. As she walked her ass swayed and her breasts jiggled. Her body moments made Zaros go hard. Feeling the heat rising in his body he immediately dashed towards her and pinned her under him on her bed.

Zara said then she made a signal to Ruby who in turn brought out a document from the bag. Zara collected the document from Ruby and said, "sign it, my dear." Natasha smirked, she collected the document and rip it apart. "You are a shameless woman!" "I'll make you pay for all your crimes when the time is right," Natasha said and began to walk away from them. "If you see your nude online, please don't blame us." Zara said. Natasha paused and turned to them, "no one will believe it's me. Even myself do not believe it's me in that video. Whatever game you are playing will definitely backfire to you." Then she left both women standing.

Josephine pulled away and rose from the ground. Zariah glared at Josephine, fire burning in her eyes which excited Josephine even more. Zariah removed her dress. She was fully naked apart from her black heels. "Keep the heels on." Josephine demanded as she admired Zariah's body. She had round tits as her nipples were erected. She had an hourglass figure, tiny waist and thick hips with her bubble butt. Her legs long and toned, her pussy hairless, fully exposed. Zariah took slow steps towards Josephine. She slightly tilted her head to the side.

Helen’s POV The sight before me knocked the breath out of my lungs. There—right in the middle of the guest bathroom—stood Zara, completely naked, bent over the marble sink while Mali, one of Mena’s bodyguards, pounded into her from behind like a man possessed. Her moans echoed off the tiled walls, wild and uninhibited, as if she didn’t have a single care in the world. “Oh God—yes, like that—just like that!” she cried, her voice raw with pleasure.

she announces, pulling off her flats and leaving them by the door. “Remember that boy Nash? The one who thinks he’s the God of marketing?” I nod my head to agree. "Well, he dyed his hair. Green. Bright, fucking neon green!!!” “And somehow he thinks it makes him look good enough to approach me again, when he actually looks like a moldy avocado! Uurghhh!” I can't help the loud laugh that bursts out of my mouth. The image is just too ridiculous. “No, he did not.” “I swear on my life!” Zara says, as she marches straight to the kitchen, and in two seconds she’s back with a bottle of chilled water.

She gagged but swallowed it. When they finally released her, Zara curled in on herself and cried, the taste still on her tongue. Minutes passed. Her body began to feel strange—hot and flushed Her thoughts blurred, emotions swirling in a haze. Something was wrong and she knew it. But her body wasn't listening to her anymore. She gazed at the three naked men, her eyes gleaming with lust. "It's time" one of them said, before moving a camera stand in the corner and setting it up