Amy Morton Nude Novels & Stories

taking a minute to breathe Morana slowly moved to the sink, when her eyes connected with her reflection in the mirror she gasped, unable to recognize the woman staring back at her. She just noticed that he was stark naked, her hair was in a state not suitable to even be called a bird nest, Morana resembled a ragged doll, maybe even worse, her lips were swollen and red and she had deep purple hickeys that looked more like a wild cat had gotten to her. Not to mention the bright pink claw marks that were scattered all over her body.

His hair sticking out at odd angles from the towel he’d rubbed over it. Was it normal to have violent urges or desires from nowhere about another? Especially a mortal? He was starting to have them frequently about Tamara. He’d stopped at the corner only because he felt rooted to the spot looking at her. She’d been leaning over putting on the shoes she had for her dress. His gaze had moved down her shapely legs, the smooth exposed skin and then up. She’d be so easy to take a hold of, and wasn’t like she was wearing much anyways. Did she put anything on under the dress once he’d left her? He just stared down at her now as she fixed his shirt. Her scent rushing up his nose and he did glance at

Completely naked. What the hell?

Covered in scratches, bruises, and blood from his fellow, his movements were becoming slower until he fell in a loud noise, tripping on the corpse of his fellow. The grey monster walked solemnly to him and stood on his two feet. A heartbeat later, a naked woman was hovering over the now wasted man. She had brown eyes, black hair with a grey lock of hair, and clear olive skin. In her mouth was a gold document and in her hands was a candy wrap. Guys ogled her body before it disappeared on the horizon.

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.

The Third Heartbeat. It synced with the vibration of the door hinge, pulling energy from my marrow and turning my ribs into a pressurized furnace. I slammed my palm against the wall’s data port. Raw voltage shrieked across the room. The monitor didn't just turn off; it died in a spray of glass and melting silicon. The smell of ozone and scorched circuit boards filled the air, thick enough to choke on. The door swung open. Damian Morton stood in the threshold. He wasn't wearing his jacket. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled back to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms.

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.

Mom's monotone answers seem so weird because she's sitting there naked with her tits and her pussy exposed. "I wish I'd known that." Uncle Harry says, almost under his breath. Then he takes mom through the familiar exercises. My cock gets rock hard watching the close up of mom's nipples and pussy. When he tells her to lubricate her pussy, the close up is incredible! Her neatly trimmed pussy hair leaves her lips totally exposed and I watch them part slightly and start to shine with moisture with barely any movement. Soon they are coated with juice and it's running down her ass. When he commands her to orgasm, I watch mom throw her head back and spread her legs wider apart, her pussy lips quiv

His eyes were not prepared for the sight they met. She was asleep in the hot tub her brown shoulder length hair wet, her face devoid of any make up, looking down the top of her breasts peeking from the bubbles a little shift and he would be able to see her nipples he turned back and picked a towel from the cupboards spreading it, he called out to her again. "Aurora," he said while tapping at her leg, she turned and blinked opening her eyes trying to focus she then realized that Nate was with her in the bathroom naked, well she was naked, putting her hand over her breasts.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”