Bonnie Somerville Nude Novels & Stories

Hundreds of candles flickered in the sand, and the bonfire roared higher than ever before. I was carried out of the villa on a golden litter by four crew members, completely naked except for the diamond collar locked around my neck and a thin golden chain that connected my nipples and clit. My body was already a masterpiece of debauchery, covered in fresh and dried cum, bite marks, handprints, and swollen, leaking holes from the previous days of nonstop use. Damien Sinclair waited for me at the center of the platform, wearing only white linen pants, his muscular chest bare. His five billionaire friends and the full crew of twenty men formed a wide circle around the platform, all of them nake

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.

I hummed softly as I rinsed my mug in the sink, listening to Stassie ramble on about how I’d apparently become a domestic goddess—cutting fruit into perfect squares like an Italian grandmother. It was almost enough to make me forget. Almost. Then my phone buzzed. A single vibration. Sharp. Unexpected. I frowned, drying my hands on a towel before picking it up. My stomach flipped at the screen: Unknown Number. I hesitated, thumb hovering. I tapped the notification. Everything stopped. A photo. Grainy. Dimly lit. But unmistakably real. Sienna McCoy. Naked. Draped across Nikolai’s bare chest, her long hair tangled over his skin like silk. One of her hands rested on his abdomen. His eyes were cl

I wiped my face, glad I hadn’t done my makeup yet. “Are you nervous?” I asked. Damien nodded, not bothering to look up from his phone. Bonnie bursted into the room. The bright magenta of her dress was an eyesore. “Daddy, please zip my dress.” She was bouncing as she admired her reflection. “Hold still, Bonnie.” Damien was struggling. I imagined the zipper breaking and felt immediate guilt. Bonnie may have looked like she was imitating a certain purple dinosaur, but she was happy. “I can help.” I moved toward them.

His eyes meet mine and I send him a sarcastic smile. This should be interesting. The door slams open and a angry looking Bonnie barges into his office. She's dressed in very short white mullet gown with thin straps a deep cowl collar. She is pretty. I think I've said that before. She immediately composes herself when she sees Ronan but when her eyes go down and meet mine, her eyes glare up with anger and jealousy. "Hi, Bonnie. Nice of you to join us."

The movie was known to be lewd with lots of naked people participating in orgy and the main lead is Tom Cruise. "Are you watching p**n?" Johanna asked and rubbed her eyes. He chuckled and shook his head. "It just happened to be there." He moved closer to her. "So, wanna watch p**n?" "Not interested." She mumbled. "Are you a lesbian?" He suddenly asked. "A tomboy?" She glared at him and pulled the blanket to her chest. "It's none of your business. So, what did you find in the notebook?" "Bonnie had a crush on Louise." He said. "I think she loves her."

It's not even close to the same but we have to wait for the house to sell and get jobs that work for what we want to do. I hear the door lock click and my sister walks in. "Wow, not even a hello?" I'm naked and hard on the bed, stripped of all but the bottom sheet. "Get naked sis and ride my cock." Bonnie slipping the shoulder straps off her dress, letting it fall off her naked body. "I've been drenched since I got on the plane. I need you in me." As she moves towards the bed, I enjoy watching her breasts move, the nipples long and hard. Her pussy, trimmed, shiny with her need. She stops and turns slowly, smiling.

Opened it. Cold fog rushed in, kissing her naked skin. Goosebumps everywhere. The balcony was small—railing chest-high, city drop below. Streetlights glowed through the mist. A few cars crawled on the street far down. Windows across the way—some dark, some lit. A silhouette moved behind one curtain. Bonnie stepped out. Naked. Dildo still inside, thrusting slow now, controlled by the Honeyswarm. “Fuck,” she breathed. “This is insane.”

So she took those off, too, setting them onto the counter next to the others. Is it bad that I’ve only been in his trailer for just a few minutes and I’m already naked? She asked herself, with a quiet laugh. Bonnie grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped it around her body. Then she started up the hair dryer that Dylan had laid out for her. The heat from the dryer felt amazing and helped to warm her up a little bit.

I run back to the library to uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her legs