Amy Morton Nude Novels & Stories

If Ace would not help me, at least I can pull it off myself. Getting myself worked was not too much of a deal since I have been dripping non stop since the start of this week. Wanting this last for a considerable amount of time, I just relaxed in the tub then my fingers found their way to my core after a while and knowing my body too well I knew I would not last over five minutes before spilling all my milk in the tub. I bit my lips not wanting Ace and his wolf senses to hear my moans. As I touched myself, I imagined it was Ace touching me. I imagine him fingers deep inside me and the other hand kneading one of my nipples while his mouth punished the other nipple. I could not help myself whe

The small piece of fabric between her legs showed a fair amount of her ass, but nothing scandalous. Seeing her half naked, I could tell she didn’t just have a smaller build, but she actually worked out for her figure. She was toned throughout from her calves to her stomach. But somehow that hadn’t affected her breasts which were full for someone her size. She patiently sat there waiting as I explored the fabric between us. Running my hands over her nipples a few times, I was pleased to see them harden. She watched eagerly. No words spoken between us, only soft moans from Margot as I touched and teased.

Why wasn’t she awakening? Mortus took off his tunic, his glowing white skin littered with a few scars, but mostly tattoos of crosses and busty women. “I’ll get them covered, just for you. I’ll rip the skin from my body if that will make it better.” My arms were trying to crawl away from him, only to be pulled back to the center of the bed.

I hold it tight so that it will not be grabbed from me. “Give me that,” The voice of the woman from the dark said but I don’t want to let go of the blanket that is covering me. “Give it to me, I’ve been cold since I came here,” She said while still grabbing my blanket but I am holding it tight for her not to grab it. Until she reveals herself. She is totally naked and only her messy hair is covering half of her body. Her private part is full of bruises and it is bleeding too. Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain.

My feet moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway until I reached the corner where I could peek into the living room without being seen. The sight hit me like a punch to the chest. Mom was bent over the back of our big leather couch, completely naked. Her big tits hung heavy and swinging, nipples hard as diamonds. Her ass was pushed up high, legs spread wide, and a tall, muscular guy in his thirties — someone I didn’t recognize — was pounding into her from behind like he was trying to break her. His thick, veiny cock, easily eight inches and glistening with her juices, slammed into her soaked pussy over and over with loud, wet slapping sounds.

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.

The opening of the storm drain was incredibly tight. Wrapped in her bulky, long black puffer coat, she started frantically unzipping it, preparing to jump straight down into the filthy sewer. But before she could even get the sleeves off, a dark shadow flashed in front of her. Mortimer had already ripped off his ridiculously expensive, designer cashmere coat, tossing it carelessly onto the wet, filthy pavement. Standing at six-foot-three and radiating pure, intimidating mass, he didn't even blink. He dropped his high-end frame cleanly into the cramped, dark opening of the sewer.

The charming body loomed out of the water and Darryl was baffled. It was Morticia. At that moment, Darryl could clearly see, Morticia was taking her bath and her delicate facial features were covered in water droplets, making them look moisturized and crystal clear. She was absolutely flawless. 'Beautiful! She's so beautiful. Who would have thought, Morticia, who was always arrogant and cold, would have a graceful and charming side of her,' he thought. At that moment, Darryl stared with his eyes wide open and an endless exclamation in his heart. Little did he know that Morticia was not only taking a bath, but she was also cultivating a method unique to the fiend race. It was called the Abyss

A gloomy, icy presence. I know I'm not alone when I feel a tingling feeling at the base of my head. Moretti has arrived. He hangs his towel next to mine and turns on the shower across from me. He is completely nude. He is obviously nude. Everyone takes a nude shower. That’s not my point. I'm trying to say, fuck. Again, what am I trying to say? Yes. It's Moretti. He's taking his time organising his toiletries on his shelf while he stands across from me. He has his back to me, and my goodness, he's built like a tank.

He smiled assuringly. "then explain why I am nude?!" she demanded. "You're exhausted for two weeks after your extreme training with the Immortal Blood. And for the nude part, Sandy was the one who told me to leave you nude for today because your body finally made some adjustments to the training you've been through. And she also said you can easily take your bath without being grossed out with your sweat. Don't worry, she's the one who's beside you while I took care of everything while you're resting." Morbius started explaining to her what made her nude when she woke up. Natasha nodded in understanding.