Zaria Simone Nude Novels & Stories

IMANI’S SUITE – NIGHT Imani stood by the floor-length window, phone clutched in one hand, glass of untouched rosé in the other. Her gaze was glued to the screen, jaw locked. On it: Zara’s face. Over and over again. Posing. Smiling. Glowing. @ZaraTOfficial “Reclaiming my body. Reclaiming my story. Modeling, motherhood, magic.” She could barely read the caption without tasting bile.

Fanny watched, thighs pressing together, a flush creeping down her neck. “Both of you,” Simone commanded. Tony pulled Fanny into a bruising kiss while Simone’s hands roamed—unbuttoning shirts, sliding zippers, peeling clothes away until all three stood bare. Simone was lush perfection: full breasts with dark, tight nipples, a soft stomach leading to wide hips and a glistening pussy already swollen with want. Fanny looked delicate beside her—smaller breasts, pink nipples, smooth shaved mound dripping down her thighs. Simone took control.

The word mademoiselle rolled off his tongue, funneled in a coiled, seductive tone. - - - - The jacuzzi brimmed with warmth, water trembling softly at the edge. Nat was already inside, relaxed like a king in a bath of soapy water with a floral fragrance. The low light softened everything and set the tone for the moment. Zara stood before the mirror gathering her hair into a loose bun. The towel slipped from her shoulders with such ease, as if it had never truly belonged there. She moved calmly like a cat in a slowed, unhurried pace, revealing her features. She was a Nubian goddess with the perfect round breasts, and curves. Her soft round ass enticing in the open. It looked like perhaps she w

Communication would sort it out, and I didn't like it one bit. “Simone, we should talk.” I called out as I passed the bathroom doors; she had her side to me, she was fucking naked, I watched her raise her arms. Wearing a new top with nothing beneath, up a black Lace panty, with nothing before the string on her, stretching against it and snuggling close to a pillow. “You are wearing just that?” I asked, trying to control the lust in me this once. I was already turned on, even in this situation. Was that all I could think about?.

She bit her lip apologetically on being a moment spoiler for Simone, but to her utter disbelief Simone cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrows at her naivety of even having this kind of silly thoughts about her safety. “Media can go to hell. That's all I know and for security do you doubt my skills to save myself, Shanzy?" Simone stated emerging out of the pool and standing right in front of Shanzy who immediately stood up from her place, terrorized for her life. Simone flipped her wet hair to her right side; her swimsuit revealing her perfectly shaped curvaceous figure whilst her flawless skin on display was certainly a sight to behold but that wasn't what Shanzy looking at.

.....New Story.... Richard come over here now." My older step sister, Zara, was lying on the floor of her bedroom. She was on her stomach, wearing only a t-shirt and panties. She had a pillow under her groin, folded at the corner. She held herself in a backwards arch, like doing a cobra pose in yoga. Her body trembled with effort. Her cute, round face was cherry red. Her light blue eyes glazed over and oddly empty.

To say the least, she was much more interesting than Ariel. Simone slowly walked over to Yvonne. Perhaps because of the powerful air that she carried with her, the guests naturally moved aside to create a path for her. Yvonne noticed and turned around to see a drop-dead gorgeous woman smiling at her and reaching her hand out. "Hello, Ms. Miller. I'm Simone Moore." "Hello, Ms. Moore, you're gorgeous." Yvonne was truly overwhelmed by Simone's beauty and figure. If Simone had lived in ancient times, she would've given Helen of Troy a run for her money and been the face that launched a thousand ships.

She'd known this was coming, had prepared herself mentally, but actually stripping in front of this famous, intense, devastatingly attractive man was different than she'd imagined. She pulled off her shirt, then her jeans, standing in her bra and panties. "Everything," Damien said, his voice neutral but his eyes burning. "I need to see your complete form." Aria unhooked her bra and let it fall, then slid her panties down her legs. Now she stood completely naked in the middle of this stranger's studio, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body. She was objectively attractive, five-foot-six, slim but curved, small breasts with dark nipples, toned stomach, flared hips, long legs. Her Chinese

"Zhenzhen! Where are you going? After taking a shower, you haven't dried or put on any clothes. You can't run around!" Simon didn't move. With a livid face, she looked down at the "unknowable creature" hanging on her body. Well, to be exact, it was a girl. After taking a shower, she was wet all over and her hair was dripping with water. Her skin was delicate and white, but she was naked and hung on to Simon. Simon clenched her fists and was about to throw her down. "Hee hee..." The girl looked up and grinned at Simon. "Who are you? You... are so beautiful. You are the best-looking person I have ever seen."

Specifically, the way her delicate hands tug at the knot holding her sarong together, loosening it enough for the fabric to fall away from her soft, curvy little body. I bite the side of my cheek hard enough to draw blood. It’s all I can do to hold back the groan fighting its way out. Zarina is in a black swimsuit. It’s nothing scandalous, just a plain one-piece, but the way it hugs her curves... She looks over her shoulder, her eyes finding mine in an instant. A devious smile curls up one side of her lips and my cock twitches to life for the first time in years. I throw back the shot of scotch, needing it now more than ever. I’m so fucked.