Zaria Simone Nude の小説・ストーリー

Inside the Scandal Shaking Stone Global. His thumb hovered over the image. The picture was of him - holding Aria, gently, maybe protectively - but the photo had been doctored. Aria’s outfit was no longer the elegant dress she’d worn that night of the exhibition. It had been manipulated into something obscene: fishnet tights, sky-high heels, a black leather bikini top, glitter on her arms, and dollar bills edited crudely into the background. She looked like a club performer - vulnerable, sexualized, and exploited.

he cooed, “feast your eyes. A rare piece, never before seen on any platform. White, young and untouched…” I didn’t look up. “…with the body of a Latina.” That made my eyes twitch. “Fiery blood, sultry curves and strong-willed, she's one of a kind.” Still, I scrolled through my phone, uninterested. Then I heard it. “Courtesy of my mother, asshole,” came a sharp, biting voice. My head snapped up. Zaria. There she was, center stage. A silk slip barely covering the bruises on her wrists, her shoulders were trembling, but her chin? High and defiant. Her eyes, despite the fear, still held that stubborn flame.

She wore it nude-coloured pants and pretty heels that had chains instead of straps. “What’s wrong handsome? Too much for your eyes?” Aria asked with a small smile as she watched him lean back against the wall and looked at her properly. Adrian slowly moved his eyes up her nice long legs and stopped at her small waist and well-rounded hips, thinking she looked too fucking good.

Zara harshly shrugged herself free and said, determined, “I am not coming home with you, Xander. I need to go to Professor Vito.” I shot back, passing a deep glance at her untied pants exposing her lacy underwear and sexy naked upper body from head to toe, “Will you go like this?” I was expecting Zara to spat something venomous or slap me but instead, she crossed her legs in a sexily appealing manner. Her hands averted from the counter and she drew them up her belly in a seductive way. Her seductive skills took me aback. Her hands grabbed her breasts and she started pulling her nipples, messing up with my already hard member in my pants.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Zara commented, her eyes wide with surprise, while Lavínia adjusted the ruby necklace that sparkled under the artificial light. “Well... I’m ready to go,” she announced, her voice full of self-confidence. Her eyes, sparkling with excitement, traced every inch of her reflection in the mirror. A light smile curved her lips, revealing a childlike satisfaction with her own image. “Of course, she is,” Zara commented, pretending to be uninterested, but her eyes couldn’t look away from her friend. Dressed in an elegant navy blue dress with a daring neckline that accentuated her bust and a cut that highlighted her curves, she was the very definition of sophistication. The pearl necklace, contrasting

I held my breath when she removed her dress, shaking her hair, leaving her in a black bikini and shorts. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had a semi just seeing her back and the beautiful arch of her spine. How would I manage to take it slow for a whole fucking week? Oh, good, please remove the only string that was holding your bikini together. Why don’t you? I glared at her pale bare back and took a coin sized sunscreen. “We don’t have all day, Hayden,” Zara said, looking over her shoulder as I prepared myself to touch her skin as if I was a teenager.

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.

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.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.