Bert Kreischer Nude Novels & Stories

Gretchen gasped when they got to the doorway to the bedroom and saw Susan from behind as she lay on top of Zach in a 69, her pussy gaping open, her long inner lips hanging down dripping beads of pussy juice as Zach sucked on her pussy and she sucked on his cock, cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. "Would you like to join us?" Krista asked as she sat down on the bed and leaned back on her elbows, bringing her feet up and spreading them apart to reveal her open pussy. "I'd love to," Gretchen said, quickly stripping, her smaller breasts standing upright, her pale nipples hard nubs on the ends.

Whether it was photography… or design… or anything she decided to touch. She didn’t just do it. She mastered it. A faint smirk tugged at my lips. I swiped to the next slide and the air left my lungs. It was Chris. But not the Chris sitting across from me. This was a side of her I’d never seen. She was captured in a bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip with a look of pure provocation in her eyes. Her hands tracing the curve of her butt. And her breast,

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.

When Irene lifted her shirt and her fingers touched her developed chest muscle, Kevin could not control the power of the universe in his body. However, he pushed her away in damn ugly woman, don't touch me! "Annoyed." You He staggered to maintain his balance and soberness, and asked, "Where's Nicole?" Irene fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. She lifted her ugly face and looked at Kevin, all sorts of sexy action that she thought she was sexy. "Do you think I look better than her? You can support her, but of course, you can support me too. You can have a try. After you taste me, you will know that I am better than her."

Jake was kneeling behind her and hammering his dick into her cute little ass while his fiancé took pictures of the highly taboo act. "Wanna keep looking at my pictures?" she asked. Dex snapped back to reality and grinned stupidly at her, nodding his head. Bouncing happily, she grabbed her phone from his hand and started to thumb through again. "Okay..." she said after explaining a few more of the tamer ones, "I think we're getting into kinkier territory." As she spoke, she turned the phone away and swiped to the next picture, concealing the screen from him for a few seconds. "Yep!" she confirmed, giggling and holding the phone to her chest.

Chesed teased, pushing the plug in a little roughly. “Please… please… I want… I need. Please fuck me. Not with your fingers. Not with your tongue or some toy. I need your cock. Please fuck me.” Crista begged, eyes focusing on mine. Chesed growled. She’d said exactly what he wanted to hear. Rising from our knees, Chesed put the vibrator aside to unzip. The great thing about the swing is the angle and depth it offers. Crista’s moan echoed off the walls of the darkroom as Chesed thrust hard and deep.

Adrian and Richard froze, cocks still twitching. The board representative, Dr. Lena Voss (no relation, but her sharp eyes burned with judgment), stood frozen in the doorway, phone held high recording every filthy detail. My naked body glistened with sweat and cum. Thick white loads leaked from my stretched pussy and ass, dripping down my thighs onto the couch. My heavy tits heaved, nipples red and swollen from rough pinching. "Turn off the camera or join the treatment," Richard snarled, still buried half hard in my cunt.

In the video, Trishia sounded while flipping her naked body and positioned herself on top of the naked guy. “Hold your breath, I want to s*ck your d*ck!” She then performed it wildly in the video. “Do you like it?” “I’m very good.” “No! I’m the best!” She said while grinding on the top of the guy with her boobies swaying in the air. Her expression was very high in ecstasy too much different from her sweet demure image in the public. Her nakedness was flaunted in the video. Then after a while, the video stopped.

Creighton smiled down to her seductively as the camera clicked. Without instruction and without thought, he leaned down and kissed her lips, trailing a warm path of tiny nips down her neck to the deep cleft between her breasts. Sandra relaxed into his touch for a few moments before reality struck her, and she remembered where they were. She opened her eyes as Creighton moved back up her body and smiled. “I want those knickers off,” he whispered. “I want a photo of you completely nude and hairless. Please?” “I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.”

After a few seconds, Kris suddenly turned the phone towards her, his eyes blazing as he raged, “Are you still going to deny it?” Thalassa felt shock ripple through her as she stared at the picture on the phone screen. It was a picture of her sitting naked on top of another man, and they appeared to be having sex.