Brandon Routh Nude Novels & Stories

The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge? "Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out". Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator. "Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.

It softened all of our tumbles onto the ground. Brandon flipped me onto my stomach and pressed my face into the mud. He was winning, and I really wanted him to win. With one arm holding me down, he used the other to tear off my pants. Once my ass was exposed, he picked me up by the legs wheelbarrow style and feasted on my ass. His breath hitched when his tongue made contact with my asshole. I’d prepped before the walk, so my ass was fully lubed and ready. He definitely noticed.

Brandon murmured, his deep voice dropping into a rough command that sent a sudden, electric shiver down Robin’s spine. Robin met his burning gaze, her eyebrow arched with defiant wit. "You're getting very comfortable giving orders, Mr. Blackwood." "Only to the only woman worth commanding," Brandon whispered, a wicked, breathtaking smirk playing on his lips. Robin turned her back to him. The touch of his fingers against the bare skin of her neck was searing. Brandon moved the velvet lapels of her gown slightly aside, brushing his warm thumb along the sensitive hollow of her throat. Robin’s breath hitched in her chest as his large hands carefully fastened the heavy platinum clasp behind her ne

It was standing straight up touching his toned stomach as Brandon was rubbing his hand up and down its long length, pre-cum was dripping from its tip. "Brandon..."I moaned as he kneeled down between my legs, still rubbing his length with his hand. My eyes couldn't leave this new part of his body. "I'm going to make sweet love to you, baby. It'll be slow and deep." His chest was still glistening with my cum, his mixed eye colors bore into mine with lust and desire, as he was ready to make love to me. Brandon was mine. He was mine and only mine. "Remove your bra, baby" he commanded.

The first and most recent is from last night. Brandy’s giving him a lap dance at some bar and rubbing her snatch into him, even going to unbutton his pants when the video stops. It’s followed by pictures of her titty fucking and sucking him off in a bathroom. His load can be seen on her breast and face too. The next video is from yesterday, where Nathan’s fucking her in his truck. They’re in a parking garage somewhere during the day. But the camera is moving, so who’s doing the shooting?

While his other hand pinched hard on my sensitive nub. " Ahh .." My heart throbbed wildly when Brendon looked at me with his tongue licking on boob. I was so close to lose myself, he was an ethereally tempting man. " Are you turned on or not? Because I don't want to force myself on you when you are not willing to," he growled and snatched my neck pulling me closer to him harshly. With his other hand he untied my robe and pulled it off to my wrists, I sat there naked with only panty on.

I said. The four of them laughed heartedly and Deshaun shared a thirty-second video. I blushed so hard, my ears burned. It started off with one of the test shots Brandon had filmed in the garden of his house, of me just standing with the trees behind, one foot a little higher on the short slope, a hand in my pocket, open rural New England flannel on my top, looking straight at the camera as he panned it from left to right. No makeup whatsoever and my hair looking too limp and messy for my guts.

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

I trusted him, and in a matter of seconds, that illusion disastrously shattered into a million pieces. Nothing could blind my eyes to the awful visual I was exposed to. They were both stark naked and had their backs to me. The girl was on all fours, hands clutching the bedsheet, whilst Brandon was situated behind her, panting like a hungry dog as he thrusted into her. “You like that? Tell me you like that.” he said in a voice that was ravenous.

But even though he found Brandon's psyche attractive, his attention was taken more with the numerous, and brutal scars that marred his chest and back like terrible tattoos. Brandon's definition though obviously effected by whatever ordeals he had suffered was easily seen in his lean sides and arms, the flex and movement of his breathing outlining the slight muscular tone around his stomach, chest....his dusky brown nipples.....the duvet of hair beneath his navel that he wanted to caress...