Bert Kreischer Nude Novels & Stories

I turned on my laptop, deceiving myself that I needed to work, but the tab I was opening wasn't for any work related shit. Guilt pooled below my gut, my emotions waring with each other but I didn't stop. I scrolled over to the pinned video. There she was. Kira. Long dark flowy hair, dark brown eyes, sultry smile on her full lips, staring at the camera. My cock twitched. Rapidly growing thicker and faster by the second. I clicked on the second picture, her naked breasts on display, legs pulled together, big cock leaking between her thighs. Kill. Me. Now.

Subsequently, she turned to Kraius with a creased foreheard, even if her knees were actually trembling and her heart was in chaos because of nervousness. Kraius was in his glorious physique. His torso was exposed, only clad in his board shorts. His eight-packed abs were protruding, tracing along his V line which looked like it was carved by a renowned sculptor. His veiny arms and hairy chest defined his god-like body. He has the perfect body, indeed. It can seduce anyone who'd take a glimpse of it. "Hi!" Kraius greeted her with a smug look on his face. "Am I satisfying your sight?"

He was only just recovering and if Hermosa couldn't relax, his penis could easily be clip out. Her flat stomach was taut, her slim, sleek waist tilted back with the black triangle cup underwear hang over it. The streetlights and moonlight from the car window fell in and illuminated the corners of her wet eyes and breasts, the tip of her flushed tongue against the white line of her teeth. Beautiful as a painting, erotic as a dream. At the moment Brent is a pornographer, and it is up to him to create the more lascivious paintings. At some point, even more extreme thoughts came to Brent's mind. Anyway, he had done so by the time he realised it, sliding his hand down Hermosa's sunken waist and

It was Kiera’s cries of pleasure that distracted me. While I had been going down on Heather, I wasn’t aware of what Kiera was doing. I looked around and realized that Kiera was sitting on a comfortable armchair. She was naked, with one foot up on the seat and her fingers busy on her clît. She was watching me intently. "Fûck her. Cûm inside her," she told me as she let out little mewing sounds.

Restrained? The sparkling dress slides down, puddling at my feet, leaving me dressed only in black lace panties and high heeled shoes. Kris bends to pick up the dress, laying it carefully to one side, then continues his circling, caressing my now naked skin with the crop. He traces the soft leather tongue of the crop, with the lightest of touches, over my cheeks and lips, the curve of my waist, my loins, my breasts. Inside, I am growing warm and liquid. Outside, the flush of arousal is rising in a wave over my stomach and breasts, colouring my face.

Darius complained but took it anyways and when he opened it, his eyes almost bulge out. "Woah… what… fuck!" He stuttered as he stared at a picture of me completely naked and my legs parted. My vagina's tongue was on the mattress and my breasts were hard and pointed to the camera. "Aria. This is amazing." Killian whispered under his breath, I don't think he meant it to be a whisper since he called out to me but it came out that way. "You guys like it?" I asked as they flicked the pages, their eyes glued on the pictures containing my nudes.

When she pulled off with a pop, a string of spit connected them. “Come closer,” Lena said softly. “You can see better from the couch.” Kira moved on unsteady legs, perching on the edge of the couch just feet away. The scent of them—musky arousal and Keith’s clean sweat—made her dizzy. Keith pulled Lena up and untied her robe, letting it fall. Lena was gorgeous naked: full breasts with dark pink nipples, soft stomach, shaved pussy already slick. She straddled Keith on the couch, facing Kira, and sank down onto him inch by inch. Both women moaned at the same time—Lena from the stretch, Kira from the sight.

It was all lace, see-through, with tiny shorts that exposed the lower part of my butt, and the top was a lace camisole with padding that barely covered my ample breasts. "Fuck, Samantha!" You're fucking with me! Heitor knelt on the bed again, and I could see the growing bulge in his underwear. "I want to see the back." "But I didn't see your back," I joked. Heitor got out of bed and out of the camera's focus, turned the camera to face a leather armchair, and when he came back on camera, he was on his back and completely naked. I wanted to squeeze that ass. He slowly turned around and faced me.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.