Zaria Simone Nude Novels & Stories

The muffled sounds cut sharply through the silence. They were coming from Simone's room. The door was slightly ajar, leaving a narrow crack. Inside, someone was clearly struggling to hold back their desire. Tania stopped instinctively and peered through the gap. What she saw would haunt her forever. Simone stood with his back to the door, just outside the bathroom. He had a black robe hung loose on his shoulders, revealing the smooth lines of his back. With his head arched back, his Adam's apple bobbed violently. A low, muffled groan escaped his throat, trailing off into a whispered, "Noemi…"

He felt a surge of desire wash over him, hot and urgent, as he drank in the sight of her nakedness. As Zakariah watched Sarah in the shower, his gaze tracing the contours of her naked form, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through him. Her naked back was a study in grace and elegance, each curve and line of her spine a testament to her beauty. He found himself captivated by the sight of her, his eyes lingering on the delicate arch of her neck and the smooth expanse of her skin.

Her hand came up as if she might slap me, but she dropped her hands. “Don’t judge me,” Her voice shook, but her eyes burned. “When you had Elix by your side! That whore was warming your bed while I waited, Renzo.” I pushed myself up slowly. “You were supposed to get pregnant so we could be happy…” Zaria let out a bitter laugh.“Really? Well, I am glad I got pregnant by another man! Face the music, Renzo. Did you really want me pregnant back then?” I stared at her. Her face… so beautiful yet furious. Argh!

“You’re holding back, Avery. Let it show. Let me see how much you want this.” From the side of the room, I heard the soft rustle of fabric. Zara had stepped away from the camera – which was now clearly recording video, its red light blinking steadily. She was stripping slowly, peeling off her top to reveal full, bare breasts with tight pink nipples. Her shorts followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood completely naked, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. “Christ…” I whispered, unable to look away from her. She settled into the armchair across from us, legs spread shamelessly. One hand trailed down her stomach and between her thighs, fingers circling her own clit as she wa

She cleaned some more and then licked her fingers - almost in triumph. Simone looked down at me and my flaccid cock. She paused for a second and then threw her left leg over me so that she was straddling my chest. She shuffled up so that her pussy was inches from my mouth. I looked at it, sweet and pure. She had no panties on and her pubes were neatly trimmed to leave a small 'V' above her lips but her lips themselves were bare.

Zara stood alone in the old storage room behind the school gym, the air filled with dust and the faint scent of forgotten wood. She had arrived early, waiting for Mr Ramirez. She unbuttoned the top half of her school uniform. The white shirt hung open revealing the soft curve of her breasts and the lace edge of her bra. She leaned back against an old, scarred desk, one hip cocked, legs slightly parted in quiet invitation. Every second stretched. Her skin tingled with anticipation.