Zoe Barnes Nude Novels & Stories

The air smelled like vanilla body wash, coconut lotion, and nervous energy. Zoe stood in front of my full-length mirror wearing nothing but a black thong, examining her body critically. “Do you think he likes landing strips or fully shaved?” she asked, turning sideways to check her ass. “Fully shaved,” I answered, my voice steadier than I felt. “His message said ‘smooth.’ I think he wants us completely bare down there.”

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.

My hand fell on its own to my belly, I had a little pudge sticking out that wasn’t as noticeable under this dress but you could really see it when I’m naked. I blew out a hard breath as I watched Zoe counting down with her free hand. When she got to one, she then pointed at me. I clasped my hands together and tried with all I had to relax. I turned a bit so my back drop would be the lobby and not the chaos going on further into the space.

Instead, I let it fall, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. 'Breathe,' Nyx urges as Zane hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, drawing them down my legs in one smooth motion. And then I'm completely naked before him, goosebumps rising on my flesh despite the warmth of the room. Zane takes a step back, his eyes never leaving my body as his hands move to his own clothing.

She could feel them like a touch. Ryan lifted his head from her neck. "Strip," he said quietly. His voice was calm and low and it didn't sound like a question. Zoe reached down and grabbed the hem of her tank top. She pulled it up and over her head in one move and dropped it on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts fell free, full and round, her nipples already stiff and tight from the cool air and the way both of them were looking at her. She didn't cover herself. She let them look.

That’s when I heard the sounds. My feet moved before I could think. I walked closer to the bathroom door. It was made of frosted glass, slightly open. I peeked inside and my breath caught. It was Zane. He stood under the shower with his back to me, completely naked. Water ran down his broad shoulders and muscular back, dripping over the firm cheeks of his ass. One hand was pressed against the tile wall for balance. The other hand was wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it slowly.

She stood in his room, and then Suddenly the bathroom door opened and within the dense fog, INSANE could see someone's figure coming out of the bathroom. Zane's godly figure appeared before her eyes as his lower part only had a bath towel around him. Zane's wet hair had just dried, it looked slightly messy, the water from the tip of his hair dripped on his neck, then his shoulder, all the way down to his chest. Down to his strong delicious abs. INSANE's heart pounded crazily as her mouth watered but did not dare to look further as she struggled to swallow her saliva. She was deeply shaken by his sacred images.

Ch-102 Mature Content!!! r-18!! Zaros pressed his lips harder against hers, untying the knot of her bathrobe. He could now feel her skin directly. She wore nothing underneath. She didn't even wear a bra. The robe made it look like she was wearing something underneath her clothes. He hissed, sensing her need for him to mirror his own. Groaning into her mouth, Zaros's calloused palms explored her curves, making her arch her back in response. With her softness pressing against his manhood, they clung to each other, separated only by his clothes.

“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

But this week at Satan’s Bar had opened her eyes to beauty in ways that she’d never contemplated. Look at Zoe: so tall and imposing, almost regal. She was a real force of nature and of womanhood: she was the manager at the tattoo place, she was a mother to a beautiful little girl, she was Scars’ fiancée – and it was all wrapped up in a blonde, emerald-eyed, absolutely stunning package.