Brandon Routh Nude Novels & Stories

“Bran…” “Pleasseee, I want to touch and feel your skin against mine.” He requested, on which Sophia nodded and took time to remove all her clothes. This was the second time he was going to see her naked after that night. That was why she was still feeling shy to get naked in front of that man who had already seen her naked. When she turned around, she found Brandon lying naked on the bed, his manhood was standing proudly, and his hands were on the base of his manhood. “I wonder how the size of your… your little member didn’t decrease even a bit.”

She patted the side of the bed, motioning for Brandon to lie there. Brandon was immediately more surprised. He didn't think Rachel would accept it. But looking at the expression on Rachel's face, it looked like she meant it. Brandon was of course happy about that. After all this time, he kept wondering what Rachel's response to his request would be when they finished dueling. Was this a sign that Rachel had accepted him slowly? Rachel watched as Brandon took off his robe and went shirtless. The muscles in her stomach contracted as Brandon stretched his body. The Alpha's tan looked so gorgeous, the result of his body being constantly exposed to the sun.

“Brandon has burn marks on his back and they looks fresh.” “What? Where?” Bree tried to pull the blanket covering Bran’s body to see the evidence herself, but Grayson used his feet to sweep her aside. “You know that your brother is naked under the sheets. Do you think he’ll be happy to know that you saw him without his clothes?” “I’ve seen him naked plenty of times.” “Brianna,” Grayson scolded, and for a brief moment she had a reason to smile.

Then Brandon nods. "It's because of me isn't it?" he states and I start to protest but he holds up a hand silencing me. He walks over to me. "Lift up your shirt" I blush because A) my body is covered in bruises and I don't want him to see that because then he'll feel guilty B) I don't want him seeing my disgusting bruises C) THE Brandon is gonna see me shirtless and I've been around enough to see how well built up Brandon is whereas I am so skinny with not a lot on. He'll be very unimpressed and D) It's embarrassing and uncomfortable to have those eyes staring at my naked upper body.

“It’s too hard to tell, your bra is too bulky, please take it off as well.” “Okay,” Brandi said, reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. She then let it fall forward off her shoulders and finally her huge breasts were bare. Tom was barely able to suppress a groan of lust as his hands pressed against Brandi’s naked tits. He was finally touching two of the most filmed breasts in Hollywood.

They pulled apart, almost panting and Ann stepped back. "Take off my clothes, Bran." Brandon looked at his mother, baggy pullover blouse over leggings and rubbed himself through his jeans, drinking in the sight of her, imagining her body under the clothes, savoring it before he experienced it. He stepped forward and pulled her top over her head, watching her large breasts bounce only slightly against the constraints of her large support bra. Ann turned so he could reach the bra strap on her back and see what he was doing as he undid the three clasps. She turned around, holding the bra up to her breasts with her hands, smiling at him seductively as she dropped the bra and her hands, freeing h

Brandon asked caressing my cheek. "What are you talking about?" I frowned. "Is anything wrong? For quite two months, it seems like something is off. Sometimes you seem restless or I don't know. What happened, baby?" Brandon said. Baby? Huh! I looked at him from head to toe. He was naked. His muscular body was shining as the water ran through his perfect deep curves. His voice sounded sincere. How good of an actor are you, Brandon Shield? How long do you plan on stretching this drama of yours?

me? The blonde gritted her teeth, storing up more trouble for herself, as she divested herself of her bra. I was hoping not to have to go anywhere near that thong. It seemed my luck was in and soon I was the only one still in underwear. “Come on, Rose. Don’t be shy,” Brandon said. “I’m not.” Choosing to pretend I was an exotic dancer helped. I used one of the bedposts as a makeshift pole, teasing both men as I slowly uncovered my breasts and whipped around before baring my bottom.