Zoe Gregory Nude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Boldly, she reached out to unbutton Melinda's blouse, desperate to explore her lover's body in return. Melinda shrugged out of her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt and panties, now standing nude before Zoe. She looked gorgeous, all soft curves and porcelain skin. Zoe drank in the sight hungrily before Melinda guided Zoe to the edge of the bed, her movements deliberate and unhurried. “Lie down,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.

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.

His biological clock was precise, and he was not one to linger in bed. Zoey watched him for a few minutes, noticing scratch marks on his shoulders and chest that she had left the night before. Rubbing her neck, she lay back for a moment before getting up to find a nightgown and heading downstairs for water. After drinking a large glass of warm water, her thirst was quenched. Her stomach growled with hunger from last night's lack of food. Finding only bread in the kitchen, she toasted it and spread some jam on it, sitting at the dining table to eat.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

His eyes, dark and hungry, dropped instantly, boring into the space between her thighs with an intensity that made her skin flush. "Open your legs. Wide. For the camera." She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Mr. Wright…" A flush of heat crept up her neck. He had explored every inch of her in person, but this—this deliberate, performative nudity—was a new and daunting frontier. Her vulnerability was magnified by the lens. "I want to see you, Zia. Open wide for me." His voice was softer now, but ragged with need. She could see he was on his own bed, clad only in boxer briefs, the hard lines of his body tense.

His thick, brown member pointed straight and proud. "There you go," Zoey said. She reached down and casually began to play with her nether lips. To my surprise, she had a thin tuft of blonde hair on her pubis. I thought women like Zoey came naturally shaved. "Come on Katie, go for it." I knew this was the moment my wife would rebel. Three strangers, bottomless, stroking themselves in front of her, and asking her to do the same? No way. Plus, Zoey had just called her Katie. This was over.

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

Grace crashed on the floor after hitting the wall hard. "Come on" Mr. Wong yelled maintaining a kung fu stance. Grace remembered all what Jackson said about him. How invincible she was. That was inaccurate. He was more than that. He didn't find it hard dealing with her even in her zombie form. Grace stood up slowly, walked towards him and stopped few steps before him. Mr. Wong looked very ready switching different hand styles with speed. Grace focused on his neck. That was the part of the body closest to death. She felt like using her teeth but unless she had him held tight, that wouldn't work.

Greg grabbed her roughly by the wrists and pinned them behind her head as he removed his white tee shirt, grabbing it from the bottom and crossing his arms over his head as he flung it off, exposing his flaring abs and oblique muscles. As Greg began to unbutton his pants, Cooper whispered into the ear of the next student in line, who confidently strode up to the platform, removing his shirt as he moved. Matilda turned her head to the right to observe him as he advanced, noticing the momentous bulge in his pants. By the time she turned her head back to the activity in front of her, Greg had already stripped himself completely naked. She stared in awe as his bulging cock stood straight up and