Bert Kreischer Nude Novels & Stories

"Do you know how fucking hot you look right now?" The whisper was a mere few inches from Christie's left ear. Christie flinched, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stifle a squeak of surprise. Her eyes flew open to see Jacob, dramatically painted in shadows, standing right beside her and just as gloriously nude. He was also very erect, the pale length of his cock visible in the low light. She hadn't even heard him open the bedroom door.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

Tyler groans. “Jesus Christ.” “Get on the floor,” Jake orders. “On your knees. Between us.” I slide off the bed and kneel on the carpet. Camera One captures me from the front – masked face, parted lips, naked body. Camera Two gets the side angle – two masked men flanking a kneeling woman, hands moving to their belts. This is insane. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Tyler’s belt clinks as he unbuckles it. The zipper sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room. Then his cock is out – thick, hard, already leaking – inches from my masked face.