Zayndomin Nudes の小説・ストーリー

“Slowly. Just like when you start your videos.” She didn’t argue. Her hands shook a little as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her small perky tits bounced free—perfect pink nipples already hard. Then she slid her shorts and panties down together. Her smooth, shaved pussy came into view, already glistening. She stood there completely naked, tiny body on full display for him. “Fuck… you’re even smaller in real life,” he groaned. “Now do what you do in your videos. Show Daddy how you play with yourself.”

I'm a little nervous now but extremely anticipated. "Don't worry, Princess. You gonna love it." As he reassured me, I moved my eyes up to his face from his junior. I really need this assurance right now. "I'm extremely excited." I smiled sheepishly at him. He smiled back at me before picking up his jeans from the floor and taking out the packet of condoms from the pocket. He wore the condom, gazing at me passionately. I just can't believe that I'm lying naked in front of him and he is standing naked in front of him. I'm not ashamed to lie naked in front of the love of my life because he has complete right on my body. I'm his Inaya now and he's my Zain. The way he looks at me, I feel like I'm

I gawked at him like an eagle and I continued to move my hips on the table, my legs spread far apart now. I felt something building in my body, as I fastened my pace, “Z… Zane, What’s going on?” I asked as I begged for his touch through my eyes. “Please!!” I begged for him to touch me, but he replied with something crazier, “No, it is all you. Only you will touch yourself. Play with your tits, rub the little nubs and squeeze them, imagine its me doing all these things to you and then take that bottle,” he said as he motioned toward the soda bottle kept on the table as he added, “And push it inside your pussy and fuck yourself with it,” came his command as his hands moved faster on his dick.

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Every nerve in my body was dying to have him fuck me, and I couldn’t wait for him to spread my legs wide and ruin me like he often does. Zaydeen’s eyes lingered on mine for the first few seconds, noticing every rise of my breath and every flush of my skin, then slowly, he loosened the band of his pants and allowed the fabric to fall freely, revealing the 9-inch-long, thick, hard monster. The moment his erect cock bounced out in confidence, my breath hitched, and my pussy pulsed in need. “Are you ready for me?” Zaydeen asked softly, and I bit gently on my lower lip, clutching the bed sheets while nodding my head to him gently.

He remained perfectly composed in his wheelchair while I sat naked and trembling, my legs pressed tightly together in a futile attempt at modesty. "Spread your legs," he ordered softly. The command sent molten shame flooding through my veins. I hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly let my thighs part, exposing myself completely to his view. "Wider." I bit back a whimper and obeyed, spreading myself obscenely before him. The position left nothing hidden, nothing private. I was completely at his mercy. "Now," Vito said, his voice dropping to a dark whisper, "show me how you touch yourself when you're alone at night. When you're thinking about the things that make you wet."

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.

“He’s going to help us explore some new… territories tonight.” Zane’s lips curled into a smirk as he towered over Tandy. “Stand up,” he ordered, his voice deep and authoritative. Tandy obeyed, his legs trembling slightly as he rose to his feet. Zane circled him like a predator, his eyes raking over Tandy’s body with unabashed hunger. “Strip,” Zane commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Tandy’s hands shook as he undressed, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. He stood naked and vulnerable before the two dominants, his cock already hardening at the thought of what was to come.

Zayn's excited smile made his heart skip and he found the courage to go on, his hand teased his tip and the more he listened in on Zayn's breath, the more he couldn't stop imagining it behind his ears. A new part of him twitched and he knew he had to do something about it. He let go of himself and moved his hips up to take his pants off, freeing his legs from any disturbance. He slid down a little more and spread his legs open in Zayn's direction, caring less about how he looked. His index and middle finger went inside his mouth and began played around. The look of warning that glinted in Zayn's eyes didn't pass him by, yet he chose to ignore it. Because out of nowhere, it now felt like a ra