Zayndomin Nudes の小説・ストーリー

Dominic’s eyes roamed her body, dark with desire, and a low groan escaped him. “God… you’re beautiful,” he murmured, stepping closer, letting his hands brush over her sides, teasing her, but not touching where she wanted most. She slid her skirt down next, then paused, glancing at him nervously. He tilted his head, impatient, lips pressing a soft kiss to hers. “More.. Take it all off.” With a shaky breath, Izzy let her hands slip out of her panties, leaving herself completely naked for him. Dominic’s eyes darkened further, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stepped in, hands finally settling on her hips, drawing her close.

Nica sunk her nails into Zayn ’s flesh as he continued his ministrations, her back arching into his touch. Nica’s hips swayed in concert with Zayn ’s gentle caress as waves of pleasure raced through her body. Her hand slid down the moisture of his back and clenched with the next surge of delight, her climax approaching. “Not yet,” Zayn said changing his position. Planting butterfly kisses along the inside of her thighs, Zayn spread her knees, preparing her to receive the love he desired to give her. Lifting Nica’s long, smooth leg, he placed one stiletto-clad foot on his shoulder.

Three hours later, under cover of dark skies and heavier truths, Nirvana sat at the center of her room, eyes closed, heart steady. A projection screen had been set up by Darius’s assistant. On it, a flickering signal danced to life. Zayd. His face appeared, as sharp and cruelly beautiful as she remembered. One eyebrow raised as he leaned forward. "You’re supposed to be dead." "So are you," she said. He laughed. "I need your help." He didn’t blink. "To kill RAyNe?" "To destroy him. Killing would be too merciful." "My kind of woman."

Dane started to finger her pussy too and Zach fingered her butthole. Zendaya screamed out in pleasure as the feeling connected. She fell backwards, leaning on Zach so Dane could finger her pussy better. “Oh fuck! This is so good!” “You like it?” Dane asked. “Fucking yes!” She nodded. All their clothes was removed and bodies exposed. Dane lay down on the bed while Zendaya got on top of him and slowly she slid down his cock. His dick was bigger than that of Zachariah. She moved her hip up and down, riding him slowly as they both moaned.

Cassandra steps into the bath, having her boyfriend's eyes all over herself. Zayn sat on the lid closed toilet as she sexually appealed him by bathing in the most erotic way. He was way too turned on by her. He wanted more of her in a limited time. 'Control yourself, Zayn. She's still 17.' He says and reminds himself. The girl however was testing his patience and his limits. She rubs her soapy hands all over her body, massaging her chest and her core. She even goes onto fingerings herself in front of the beast.

We had not gotten used to that yet. I quickly put on one of the loose shorts and shirt and breathed in the scent with the waves of chocolate hitting me to euphoria. Yep, this clothes were my mate's. My ears perked up at the scrunching of leaves and I jumped out from the back to see Zayn wearing a loose shorts with no shirt. His black ink spread along his sculptured torso making me look at him in awe. Moon goddess, this man was beautiful.

Zayn walked straight to me, unbuckling his belt even as he approached and unzipped his fly before he brought his still-covered erection within three inches of my face. I jerked back a little and I trembled harder, as I fought between wanting to flee and staying. Casually, Zayn put his left hand in my hair and gathered it in a loose ponytail in his hand. "Look at me." He ordered, turning my face upward as he spoke. I obeyed, my eyes filled with hatred and my nostrils flaring as I watched the amusement on his face as I struggled. With his right hand, he freed his dick from his underwear tugging the boxer briefs down to his scrotum to expose his member properly.

And with that, he captured her mouth again in a kiss so deep and consuming, it rattled her nerves and left her soul quaking. She let herself go completely when he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, then climbed in after her, his presence both comforting and electrifying. He knelt between her legs, parting them with confident ease. His hands moved to his waistband, unbuttoning… unzipping, and then in one swift motion, his shorts and boxers flew into the air, discarded without a second thought. Now, he was fully naked.

Just that low, commanding tone that turned her knees to water even through text. She obeyed quickly. Tank top off. Shorts gone. Bra and panties followed. She propped her phone against a pillow, hit video call. His face filled the screen—sharp jaw, dark stubble, eyes that looked black in the low light. Behind him, just the edge of a leather headboard and dim lamp. He never showed more. Mystery was part of the game. “Closer,” he said. Zara scooted forward until her bare breasts nearly touched the lens.

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.