Zara Larsson Naked Novels & Stories

Zara moved through the store as if she owned it, pulling pieces off the racks with precision. “This,” she said, handing Elara a dress. “And this.” “And definitely this.” Maya nodded in approval. “Yes. We’re not hiding anything today.” Elara hesitated slightly. “These are a bit… bold.” Zara turned to her. “Exactly. Bold is the new sexy baby girl.” She stepped closer. “You don’t dress a body like yours to disappear.” Elara blinked. “You dress to be seen properly.” The words settled somewhere deep. Maya added, “We’re done with oversized things that hide you.”

She was a very beautiful and alluring lady, with long hair that rolled down to cover her breast, she was just there on the ground, lying stark naked and breathless, with bruises all over. Bare and breathless, she lay there trembling. With her wide eyes, darting around, she checked and hoped for a saviour, she knew there was nothing she could do for herself anymore, her heartbeat drumming so fast and loud, she could not only feel it in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. And then, her fears caught up with her. The relentless wolves had already closed in on her, they surrounded her. In a swift twist, they turned into humans too! They were three in number, three of them, looking like they

Disturbed by the sunlight she scrunches her nose and turns on her back, slowly opening her eyes. Zara gets up stretching her arms and looks around the room. The emptiness of the room and bed beside her beside makes her feel lonely again. It has been so many days but she still misses Charlotte, especially today as it’s a big day for her. It’s the day of performace. Zara pulls off the duvet and gets off the bed, she grabs her clothes for the day and walks into the bathroom for her daily routine. After 15 minutes she steps out of the bathroom and moves towards her dressing table. Today she has opted to style her hair into a French knot. When all ready, she gives herself a final look and picks u

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

Zara’s apartment at 3 AM looked like a crime scene investigating itself. Two laptops open on the coffee table. Four coffee cups in various stages of empty. Printed pages spread across the carpet in rows I’d organized by category – timeline on the left, access records in the middle, phone data on the right. Zara was cross-legged on the floor in an oversized Howard sweatshirt with her glasses on and her braids pulled back and the expression of a woman who hadn’t slept in thirty-one hours and had no intention of starting.

"I'm going to take such good care of you, little one," Zara ripped open Lily's blouse, sending buttons flying across the room. She pushed the tattered garment off Lily's shoulders, exposing the creamy expanse of her chest. Lily's bra was next, torn away with a single sharp tug. Zara groaned appreciatively at the sight of Lily's pert breasts, rosy nipples already pebbled with arousal.

Lady Zara with her long brown locks was down, brushing her bare neck and shoulders seeing she was wearing an off shoulder white dress with ruffles on the hem of her top, accentuating her small waist and its skirt that flows down to the floor. Out of all the time he get to meet her, this was the only time she look so similar, as if a doppelgänger of Evewhile wearing barely any make up and her ice blue eyes was staring at him coldly rather hypocritically along the smile she wore for him. Her pink lips was so soft and plump and the beast inside of him longs to touch it, caress it and feel it marking his skin. "You're here.." His lips didn't know what else to utters

“One take. No edit. If it dies, we’re done.” “One take,” Zara said. Bastian moved to the door. 0451. Click. He opened it a crack. Checked. Hall empty. Shift change was over. Noon lull. “Clear,” he said. They moved. Bisi first. Burner up. Recording. Red light on. Bastian second. Zara last. Zara stood under the sign. `ON-CALL SUITES: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY`. She faced the camera. Rain from yesterday still in her hair. No makeup. Scrubs from the floor. Not hers. Too big. Borrowed. She looked like what she was. Displaced.

Lower down, the gown clung to her body, showing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My mouth went dry. Without saying a word, Zara grabbed the hem of the nightgown and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion. She stood completely naked in front of me. Her body was beautiful. Full breasts with stiff pink nipples, a narrow waist that curved into wide hips, and smooth, long legs. Her shaved pussy looked soft and full, the lips slightly parted and already wet in the morning light. She looked straight into my eyes and said softly, “Now you can see them properly… without straining your eyes.”

Little gold speck earrings in my ears. The matte red dress with my shoulder strap that hangs against my upper right arm and the other bare. the beautiful neckline with not too much boob. it. falls down to the floor with a slit of to my midnight. Then you see one gold heel sticking out. My nails are now a deep matte red, perfectly matching the dress. I turn slightly and admire the open back. "Oh yeah. we look fuck-able today." Zara says in my head. Shaking my head, I laugh at her.