Bambi Sage Nudes Novels & Stories

He whispers in my ear, kissing down my neck, hitting Issac’s mark and causing my body to jolt with electricity. I feel Dean smile into my neck at my reaction. His hands slowly moving down my body until they land on my ass. He lifts me up from there and slowly slides me down on his cock. I moan, at the feeling of him stretching me, and start riding him myself. He groans, his hands landing on my breast, squeezing my peaked nipples. “Open your eyes, Bambi.” He whispers in my ear, and I listen. Opening my eyes to see Gunner and Issac, both watching me. Their hands rubbing their erections, as they stare at my body. “Do you like them watching you?” He asks, and I nod, my eyes switching between bot

I whispered, tracing her neck with my tongue. A soft hum escaped her lips in response to my touch, eliciting a chuckle from me. "You're such an angel," I murmured before biting down on her neck, eliciting a cry of pain. Gripping her legs firmly, I spread them wide apart, causing her to gasp loudly as I thrust deeply inside her. "Can you feel me, Bambi?" I asked, groaning. With each powerful thrust, her chest bounced and her entire body trembled under my relentless movements.

Cupping her face between his big hands Sage stood on tiptoe to meet his lips halfway,the second his lips touched hers all else was forgotten,he took her right there in the shower under the onslaught of hot water it was fast,rough and urgent,each thrust stronger than the last Sage loved coming apart in his arms,loved that he made her feel so whole and complete. With Bruno she feels like she belongs somewhere and that's in his arms if ever god made a man for her then he is that man.Sage wore the silver satin mermaid dress,it was backless with thin spaghetti straps the dress clung onto her like a second skin,it required her not to wear a bra Sage is glad she isn't breast feeding she doesn't eve

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

Sage half apologized and explained. “They’re cute, but they’re coming off.” I smiled, pulling them and the fishnet stockings down next. Jackpot. The bulge I’d felt in the car and saw as I’d been undressing Sage was not all material. I’ve sadly had that happen. It’s not bad. It’s just disappointing when they happen to be smaller than anticipated. Sage certainly delivered on size. I cocked my head, looking at the light blonde pubic hair. The carpet doesn’t match the drapes. However, I still didn’t know if their purple hair was because Sage was a hybrid or their choice.

Some of the tats were monochrome black, others were in photorealistic color. As she mounted the bed - on all fours with her back toward Barnes - Sam showed no modesty or inhibition about her body. Instead he saw the act as an invitation saying, "I am yours, drink your pleasure fully." In an exaggerated movement she casually stretched her leg to open herself, parting the folds of her valley, exposing the hot pink flesh along the length of her pussy. The pink seemed to glow unnaturally for his eyes. For a moment she took a kneeling pose on the bed to exhibit the pucker of her ass, then stretched up and forward as if doing a slow dive into the sheets, posing for a moment with her butt in the ai

Needing more friction I attempt to move my hips to match the fingers. “Come Bambina (Baby)” is all I hear and do without any hesitation. As my body continues to shake and my core throb I try to ride out my euphoric ending while trying to regain my breathing as a pair of strong arms move to hold me just as my body moves to lean against my captors, their god-like bodies with souls of the devil.

“Give me the basket, Caty. Ambong will take care of it from here.” Ambong glanced at her. “So this is the visitor Boss brought in?” “Yes, it’s her. I know she’s pretty and her legs look like they’ve never met a mosquito bite in their life, but quit staring or I swear, I’ll rearrange your face with my palm.” Ambong raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Whoa, easy there, love. You know you’re the only goddess in my eyes.” Nelly rolled her eyes. “Hmp. Better be!"

He moaned as he kicked the man’s warehouse. “Let me go you gay!” He pressed his foot harder in his stomach. “A-aww Bro! T-that’s right bro Aw!” “Tsk.” Wilder let go of his foot. He watched him run away from his sight. “Who’s gay now?!” He smirked when he stumbled on his feet. Cheers roared in the forest. It all came from the camping ground where everyone is jumping in excitement, except for one person. Wilder’s brows raised at the scene he entered. His eyes landed in a blind fielded guy holding a red baseball bat in the air. Every stroke of it is similar to those who are watching in a circle.

I came so hard I nearly blacked out, my body convulsing as multiple loads pumped into me at the same time. Cum poured out of my pussy and ass, dripped down my chin, coated my tits. I was a complete, filthy mess — and I had never felt more alive. When it was finally over, I lay in the center of the platform, trembling, covered in cum, barely conscious. Liam knelt beside me, gently stroking my hair. “You were incredible,” he whispered. “My perfect Gangbang Princess.” But as I looked up at him, the Queen whispered one final, dangerous promise in my ear: