Ali Tate Cutler Nude Novels & Stories

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

Cold air hit my skin as he cut through the front, then the sleeves, peeling the ruined material away from my body piece by piece. “Please stop!” I cried harder, my chest heaving with ugly, choking sobs as he moved lower, cutting through my pants and underwear until there was nothing left. The scraps of cloth fell away, leaving me completely naked on the cold concrete floor, still tied to the overturned chair. He sat back on his heels and just stared, his eyes gallivanting slowly over every inch of me. “Fuck,” he breathed. “No wonder both of them lost their minds over you. You’re a goddamn work of art, sweetheart.”

Spade was still trying to hide his hard on from Matteo as he tried to stop it from getting any harder but that was almost impossible, not with Nate still standing almost half naked on the screen. Nate suddenly hooked his hands to the towel around his waist as both men's eyes widen, one dreading the reaction his body would give upon seeing the complete nakedness of Nate, while the other only shocked at how easy it was for Nate to always strip for the camera. Slowly but surely, Nate began peeling off the towel, Spade tensed as the top part of Nate's butt began showing, he swallowed hard as he felt Matteo's body heat close to him, he didn't want anyone to be seeing this, this was going too far

The scene in front of her was like no other and it rattled her to the core. Lucifer sat on the couch, with five ladies lined up in front of him. They were in a position that was at ease as his eyes carefully scrutinized their bodies. You’d even think that they were clothed, but each one of them was butt-naked, which shocked Katherine even more. Her cheeks heated up as she clenched her fists right by her body. What was going on here? “H-huh?” Katherine choked up, her eyes widening as she stared at the nudists in front of her.

Now I was going to push away my fear and stop letting my inexperience prevent me from doing something I wanted to do. Looking back up at him, I noticed that he already rid himself of his shirt and was standing before me completely naked. I don’t care how many times I have seen him like this, each time it was like seeing him for the first time. If there was a more masculine word for beautiful, he was exactly that. “Come here.” Tate said, his voice sounding just a bit gruff.

“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.

“What the fuck was that?” Callan moved instinctively, pulling the sheet over my body and sitting up to shield me. His voice was low and dangerous. “Tate. Not now.” “Not now?” Tate’s voice rose, sharp with disbelief and anger. “I just walked in on you two filming a sex tape. A real one. Not some staged bullshit. I saw the tears. I heard the things you were saying to each other. That wasn’t performance. That was… fuck, I don’t even know what that was.”

he teased her. She slid her mouth from his dick, and said, "God, no! I need my slut-wife pussy fucked!" He tapped the arrow key until an image he had seen earlier popped up, and said, "Let's try this. You wouldn't have saved it if you didn't think it was hot." On the screen was a naked woman kneeling in an office chair with her dangling tits brushing the chair-back, her ass pointing out into the air, and her head hung over the back. Her arms were fed under the chair-back and her wrists were bound together around the post that held the back.

Arthur’s deep brown eyes couldn’t look away from the breathtaking sight reflected on his phone screen. The glass surface seemed to be teasing him, urging him to approach the woman on the other side. His breath hitched as Athena’s movements slowed. And then, as if testing his resolve, she let her robe slip off completely, revealing a tantalizing silhouette barely covered by a thin, black fabric. The contrast between the dark material and her radiant white skin was utterly mesmerizing.

I say and he lets out a chuckle. "I told you," he says with a smirk as he eats his own. I adjust my jacket once more, trying to get the fabric to not stick to me. But it's so uncomfortable so I set the delicious treat down and unzip my jacket. I slip it off my shoulders and use the sleeves to tie it around my waist. I glance over at Mr. Cutler whose eyes are looking down at my chest. I remember that I'm just in a tank top, with no bra. He's seen me in less clothing yet I'm still embarrassed.