Brady Potter Nudes Novels & Stories

"I'll make us a pot of coffee and then we can walk down to the local fish market and pick something out for a late lunch. Sound like a deal?" "Absolutely. Are you up for me drawing a rough sketch of you today and taking a few pictures?" "I don't mind at all. Can we do pictures with me wearing clothes though? I don't need to worry about you sending out nudes of me because you get drunk with your frat brothers next weekend." He snorted. "Let's have you in a sports bra and those sexy yoga pants you were wearing yesterday. That will give me a good enough view of you." "So you don't remember what I look like nude?"

Lester Logan woke up on Saturday morning after the best night of sleep he had been able to get since beginning college and moving into the dormitory at State University. He somehow felt at peace with the world, and he suddenly realized why. On the previous evening, he had come back to his room from the library and had seen Stanley Brady, his roommate, sleeping nude on top of his bed with a big erection, his body writhing from what was obviously an erotic dream. His stiff cock, as it waved back and forth, had been so enticing Lester couldn't resist, and had started sucking on it, while trying to avoid awakening the man, who was not aware of his roommate's gayness.

That was one of her gifts. As Brad bent to retrieve his gray briefs from the floor, Nora found her attention caught by the sight of his naked body. His defined, sculpted muscles caught the morning light filtering through the windows. "Is he teasing me?" she murmured to herself, feeling a familiar heat begin to bloom low in her belly. "Because if so, it's working."

he murmured, taking them into his mouth. “Oh god,” I moaned, arching into his face. “Keep going.” His lips moved lower to my stomach, his mouth hot against the cold air. “Lie back." I hesitated, the concrete hard beneath the blanket. “Here? It’s dirty.” “Don’t care,” he growled, pulling my scrub pants down. “I need you now.” I kicked off my pants and laid down. Brad settled between my legs, his lips kissing my inner thighs. “You’re so fucking wet already..."

My fingers twitch, wishing to run along the tattoo, and in my fucked-up mind, I imagine tugging his shirt down a bit to get a good view of the mark. A skinny model kneels before him in nothing but a pair of lingerie, the strap of her thong is shamelessly lost in her butt crack, and her body hunches over as she blows the faceless man. Another has him completely naked this time, as he bangs a thick ebony slut in a ‘69’ position. “Oh…” I stagger before I can hold myself together.

That beach day last summer on her twentieth birthday, her bikini just four tiny triangles of red cloth barely big enough to sling her heavy breasts, so thin they showed her peaking nipples and the cameltoe outline of her vagina slit, caught by my camera in all but p**n poses! My hand strokes and tugs frantically as I think of those bikini pictures I took of her, and my lust and sex pleasure swell to the point of no return! Other images – more erotic now! My sweet young daughter nude in the poses I’ve ogled p**n girls in. On all fours just in high heels and sheer black nylons, her knees wide and her vagina slit peeping out between her bum cheeks ready for me from behind! Now we’re naked toget

They are Bry’s boyfriends. My wolf growls while I tentatively take another step closer to the door. My eyes widen when a naked Bry comes into view, but he isn’t exactly like what I normally see. His normal look of a man is there, but there is something else there, too. His look, which I’m used to seeing, is fainter, almost as if it is an illusion, but what lies under the normal look of Brayden is something totally different. As the water cascades down and around his body, it outlines a pair of round ample breasts with harden pink nipples. His hand reaches down in between his legs while his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly ajar.

' Bry rasped, taking sure steps towards me. Ray was already nude, his cock was hard with desire, pointing forward with a little amount of precum licking on his tip. He watched the two of us with so much hunger, his hooded eyes raking mine and Bry's bodies lustfully. Bryson fingers went straight for the honey pot, massaging around the hips gently and slowly. 'Oh fuck! ' He pushed in two fingers without a warning, making my thighs and legs quiver. My upper teeth sank on my lower lips as my body welcomed the raw pleasure I felt in the hands of Bryson.

The thought made my mouth water. Brad followed my gaze. “Do you want to see his cock, Amy?” “Yes, Master, please.” Henry’s eyes were intent on mine as he unzipped his pants. He was bare. All nine inches of thick heat filled his large palm. Henry stroked his length, eyes intent on me. Brad unfastened the front of my bra and my breasts spilled out. “You are so fucking perfect,” Brad growled as his hands moved to cup my heavy breasts. “I’d like to fuck those tits,” Henry added.

I imagine it locked around my ankles, forcing me open, exposing me, and my nipples tighten, pressing against the fabric of my lace bra. Then I see the files. A stack of them, tucked into a drawer beneath a table. I pull one out, my breath hitching as photos spill into my hands. Women. Bound. Gagged. Bent over benches, their asses red from spankings, their pussies glistening. Butt plugs stretching them, clamps pinching their nipples. And in every single one, he's there. Adrian, fully dressed, his expression cold, his hands on their bodies, his cock buried inside them. His grip bruising on their hips, his fingers tangled in their hair as he fucks their mouths.