Allin Perez Nude Novels & Stories

We ended up lined along the edge, arms hooked over the side, legs kicking lazily. "Holy fuck, have you seen Denver?" Beatrice whispered, eyes wide as saucers. We all turned. Jesus Christ. He was on the opposite side, fingers gripping the hem of his soaked T-shirt. In one smooth pull he stripped it off and tossed it aside. Moonlight and pool lights carved shadows over his bare torso, broad shoulders, cut pecs, abs sharp enough to cut glass, that perfect V dipping into low-slung jeans. My cousins let out quiet little gasps, mouths actually hanging open.

I slammed the door shut, my back pressed against a wall as I squeezed my eyes shut, mentall cringing, heart racing. Fuck. I just made everything worse. I should have checked first. I should have known he was in there. But no, I walked right in like an idiot— And now the image was burned into my brain. Alpha Perrin. Naked. Not just half-naked. No shirt. No pants. Nothing but a damn towel in his hand, drying his hair like he wasn’t standing there fully exposed. This was bad. His body was insane, pure muscle, carved to perfection like he was made for war and sin. Broad shoulders, thick arms, solid chest… and those abs? So lethal. Every inch of him screamed power, dominance, and something even

“But I’d love to see whatever that purple thing is that’s suiting you right now.” I blush, unable to hide my pleasure at his words. I back up slowly on the bed, revealing the spaghetti-strapped one-piece body suit I have on. It’s made of light purple lace all down the front, cupping my breasts, my nipples dark beneath the sheer panels of the corset. Cut outs scatter across the midsection making thin panels, tapering as it finishes in a thong that plunges to my pussy, which I realize is now throbbing slightly at the look of my shirtless mate. Perrin has gone silent on the phone, his eyes intent.

He toes off his Italian shoes, then shoves down his slack pants, then he removes his boxers leaving him as naked as I was. When he straightens standing In full naked glory I gawk unashamedly. I knew he was ripped and all muscles beneath his clothes but seeing him without any piece of clothing was a whole other porno scene. His shoulders looks even broader and muscled and He has tats! His chest tattooed and ripped, his abs a work of art all six packs and with impeccable muscled pecs which looks so good that it definitely looked as if it had been molded by an adonis god who took a liking to him..

he stated, voice deep and husky, too sexy and removesd his white polo shirt, flexing his well built body, 6 packs abs and fine chest. Primo shivered as he heard the unbuckling sound of belt and unzipping sound of pants. He directed the camera towards where the sound came from, gulping and sweating. Primo trembled when he heard Allen moaned deep from rubbing his bulging, pulsating sword. And to Primo's horror, Allen released his dick right in front of him shamelessly. 'Oh my god oh my god oh my god! I almost drop the camera!' he internally streamed.

I find Alejandro seated near the edge of the pool on one of the cabana's, taking up the entire thing to himself. While all the other gazebos were full, with groups of people -who were acting anything but family friendly - Alejandro's was empty as he worked away on his laptop and phone. Clad in nothing but a pair of navy blue swim trunks and a white muscle tee. His arm muscles were on full display yet I wondered why he felt the need to cover up the body built to perfection underneath.

Apple took the box and walked away and I bent down and picked up the pictures. ‘Holy Hera!’ Zinnia exclaimed, almost shoving me into the back of our minds. Her excitement mixed up with mine so while I wanted to turn red with steam coming out of my ears and head, it made me blush with excitement and my mouth water with desire. The first picture was Hendrix at a gym, shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. He was lifting a barbell with one hand. My goodness. This man is ripped.

So, so pale. One leg bent, his knee pointing directly to the sky as the other lay on Eldora in a half cross. My eyes traced his naked upper half slowly. His leather pants were hung so low on his hips that I could see a little pubic hair peeking out. His well-defined muscles that carved a perfect 'V' suddenly grew a dangerous urge to feel every curve and dip of his pecs under my fingers.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

After a while, Allen shuffled back down the bed and replaced the camcorder on its strip, then stood up. Allen first took her vibrator out of his pocket, then removed his pants and underwear. Next he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Abs! When did Allen get abs? The last time she had seen him with his shirt off was when he’d come last in a race on swim day at school. He looked so lean and fit now! “Time to show me your pussy, Pearl.” Allen said and knelt at the bottom of the bed. Reaching forward he gripped her panties at her hips and began pulling downwards.