Zaria Simone Nude Novels & Stories

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Inside the Scandal Shaking Stone Global. His thumb hovered over the image. The picture was of him - holding Aria, gently, maybe protectively - but the photo had been doctored. Aria’s outfit was no longer the elegant dress she’d worn that night of the exhibition. It had been manipulated into something obscene: fishnet tights, sky-high heels, a black leather bikini top, glitter on her arms, and dollar bills edited crudely into the background. She looked like a club performer - vulnerable, sexualized, and exploited.

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.

She wore it nude-coloured pants and pretty heels that had chains instead of straps. “What’s wrong handsome? Too much for your eyes?” Aria asked with a small smile as she watched him lean back against the wall and looked at her properly. Adrian slowly moved his eyes up her nice long legs and stopped at her small waist and well-rounded hips, thinking she looked too fucking good.

Zara harshly shrugged herself free and said, determined, “I am not coming home with you, Xander. I need to go to Professor Vito.” I shot back, passing a deep glance at her untied pants exposing her lacy underwear and sexy naked upper body from head to toe, “Will you go like this?” I was expecting Zara to spat something venomous or slap me but instead, she crossed her legs in a sexily appealing manner. Her hands averted from the counter and she drew them up her belly in a seductive way. Her seductive skills took me aback. Her hands grabbed her breasts and she started pulling her nipples, messing up with my already hard member in my pants.

Zara commented, her eyes wide with surprise, while Lavínia adjusted the ruby necklace that sparkled under the artificial light. “Well... I’m ready to go,” she announced, her voice full of self-confidence. Her eyes, sparkling with excitement, traced every inch of her reflection in the mirror. A light smile curved her lips, revealing a childlike satisfaction with her own image. “Of course, she is,” Zara commented, pretending to be uninterested, but her eyes couldn’t look away from her friend. Dressed in an elegant navy blue dress with a daring neckline that accentuated her bust and a cut that highlighted her curves, she was the very definition of sophistication. The pearl necklace, contrasting

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

"Okay, you just wait here, child. I just want to discuss something with my unromantic husband." Zaria looked at her aunt's back with a smile. Why her aunt was so jittery today? "Uh, hey." Startled, she turned around to see a boy of her age. He had brown hair and a pair of green and golden gradient eyes. "Hello," she politely said. "I'm Simeon. Nice to meet you, by the way." "Zaria." She nodded back. "You look very eye-catching, so I was thinking why not exchange our contact numbers. I can introduce you to my friend circle sometime." Simon scratched his neck, looking so casual.