Bethany Moore Nudes Novels & Stories

Bethany melts into his embrace, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Arthur's hands began to wander, exploring the curves of Bethany's body. He slowly unzips her slightly wet and clinging dress, letting it fall to the floor. He steps back a few feet to take in the sight of her standing there in nothing but her lacy underwear. He let out a low whistle, "Fuck, Bethany, you look amazing. I can’t help but admire you every single time."

~Mosley~ Fuck, Bethany is stark naked, straddling me, her wet body, ass, boobs, everything is rubbing on me right now, and I think I‘m going to explode. “Are you ready?” She repeats. Oh my gods, ready for what exactly? Still, I breathe. out a “Yes,” My heart is hammering hard, but I slip my hand behind her, holding her frame firm on me. I want to stay like this with her for as long as she will let me.

Good efforts, good help! Amid this fretting, Luna Moira emerged from the shack, red-faced, and stood in front of Ethan Brooks, turning slightly as if waiting for him to appraise her new outfit. Without her bra, she had to take off her beloved red dress and change into a loose sweatshirt. Her pant legs needed to be pulled up high, and her top looked very wobbly, but the looseness was distinctive, as was the languid flavor of changing into her boyfriend's clothes just after sex. Especially without the bra support, Ethan Brooks could feel the woman's charming--soft, soft front.

And yet… There it was. Beth Monroe. Naked. Unfiltered. Unapologetically gorgeous. The lighting was soft and golden, as if she’d taken it by a window just after sunrise. The curve of her hip. The soft swell of her breasts. That tiny shadow where her thighs met—and the suggestion of everything just beyond it. A completely accidental message. A completely inappropriate photo. And the part of me that should’ve been stronger—the part that knew better—was suddenly very, very quiet.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

Then, just as they were going by the well lit bathroom window, Beth heard one of the girls exclaim, "Oh my god! Look Courtney, that boy is totally naked. And look at his dick, and how big it is." As much as Beth wanted to go see herself, she found it strangely exciting to know these girls were being tempted to peek, just as she was. She then heard the second girl, Courtney respond, "Shannon! Move over, I can't see. That's better, ....mmmm, you're right, and Holy Shit, look at him, he is completely hard, do you think he knows we are watching?"

“Mom and Dad are on a cruise for two more weeks. Take it off. Now.” Her hands trembled as she gripped the bottom of the hoodie. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled it over her head. Underneath she was wearing a tiny white tank top that clung to her perky breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. The tiny pink panties she had worn during the stream were still on, the crotch noticeably darker and wet. Ethan’s mouth went dry. “Fuck… you look even better in person. Shorts too. Stand up and take them off.”

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

Rebecca drew a dare: "Finger yourself for one minute while the group watches—but no cumming. Moan like you mean it." She leaned back on the cushions, slipping her hand under her bikini bottoms, eyes locked on me as her fingers worked in slow circles. "Ahh... Nolan... right there," she moaned loud, hips bucking, the wet sounds audible over the music. Her free hand pinched her nipple through the top, back arching. The group stared, some guys adjusting their shorts, Tessa biting her lip. "Hot as fuck, Bec!" Ethan said. She stopped at time, panting and grinning. "Your turn to finish me later, birthday boy." But her eyes flicked to Clara, jealousy simmering— she knew where my real attention was.