Abby Champ Nude Novels & Stories

​I looked at the TV, and my jaw dropped. It was a sex video and the people in it weren't p**n actors. It was Vince's girlfriend, Chloe. She was completely naked and propped up on her knees in a deep doggy-style position. ​Gerald was positioned beneath her, holding her hips tightly and brutally driving his c*ck into her dripping p*ssy. At the same time, Hunter was knelt behind her, forcing his thick shaft deep into her ass. Chloe’s head was thrown back as she moaned but silenced when Vince knelt directly in front of her, shoving his own c*ck straight down her throat. Ralph was probably the one recording, capturing every single angle of the three of them ruining her.

“No man will ever want a fat waste like you!” Betty’s mother's voice echoed. Betty Thompson had just one job, dress the bride, get paid, and go home. She didn’t expect to fall on her face and get humiliated for being plus sized. She didn't expect the bride to disappear before the vows. And she definitely didn't expect Kelvin Kosh, the coldest, richest, most terrifying man in the city to grab her waist, kiss her in front of everyone, and say four words that changed her life forever. "She is my bride.” Kelvin needed a wife for a year to secure his company while his deteriorating health a secret. Now Betty was trapped in a loveless marriage and in-laws who looked at her like she

He is manspreading on the chair and sporting an obvious hard-on. The outline of the bulging cock awakens something in me, and I put my slick stained hand under my shirt to pinch and twist my nipple, smearing my own cunt juice all over it. Thirsty for more, I take a closer look at the man with his hard-on proudly displayed and pay attention to his thick thighs spread apart as realization dawns on me, the man is none other than…. “Felix” I whisper his name like a dirty secret, a secret that no one should hear. My nude stepbrother's intense gaze at the camera causes my folds to clench around nothing and a broken moan escapes my lips.

Chim’s hands massaged Buck’s thighs, encouraging him to rock gently forward. After several long, torturous minutes, Chim pulled off with a lewd pop, lips shiny and reddened. He gave Buck’s cock one last slow lick from base to tip before Bobby stepped in. Strong hands gripped Buck’s shoulders, pushing him down to his knees on the cool gym floor. Buck went willingly, gazing up with hazy eyes as Bobby shoved his briefs down, revealing his thick, upward-curved eight-inch cock. It slapped heavily against Buck’s cheek, leaving a smear of precum. “Open up, baby,” Bobby growled.

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt. “News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.” The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more. There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.

Sheri's eyes were wide as the woman, Criana Rhymes, reached behind herself and pulled the zipper of her dress down, the dress then sliding down her body to nestle on the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, her full, C-cup breasts surmounted by large dark nipples, her chocolate skin almost glistening as she reached for Charles' shorts and pulled them down, his rock-hard cock standing straight out in front of him as she knelt on one knee before him.

"Yes sir...uh I mean, Mr. ... Colton." It's not my fault that I was a stuttering, blushing mess. For crying out loud, you should see him. He's standing with his arms folded, which only makes them seem more built, legs braced apart, biker boots, tight black tee stretched across his chest with a picture of a naked Betty Boop on the front. His tats are dark and sexy, and they cover one forearm and run up to his neck and my panties are wet. So there! Even my thoughts are exhausting.

My mouth goes dry as I stare at him, probably open-mouthed. Bhyron is naked — not completely naked as a pair of tiny briefs cover his bulging manhood — but his entire chest is bare and gleaming and those long, strong legs are a clear indication that he never misses leg day at the gym. He turns around, giving me a clear view of his rock hard abs and thick, erect cock. A demure, well trained lady would lower her eyes out of respect, but I think we’ve long settled that there’s nothing demure or well trained about me.

Show me. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. I leaned back against the window, sliding my knees apart, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. I let one hand drift between my legs, fingers teasing the place where I was already soaked for him. My other hand snapped a photo. I sent it. Seconds later, another photo flashed on my screen: Caleb, bare-chested, hand wrapped around his cock, already hard, the head slick and flushed. He wasn’t shy about it. If anything, he wanted me to see every inch.