Brent Rivera Nude Novels & Stories

We were laying in the tub and Brent was in a Romantic mood. I was totally naked because I came to take a shower but got a misunderstanding. He came over to me and kissed me and started a romance. I was really enjoying it but I was not feeling good. We didn't go deep but Brent was trying. I told him to stop and we would do that after the competition when we would come back. He wasn't listening to me and when he tried to take me over he and I got a chance to escape. I went out of the tub and took the towel to cover myself and went out of the bathroom.

She came to the banks of Black River and saw a large flat rock poking up from the water a few yards out. The water looked too inviting to resist, so Jaylee hung her camera bag and backpack over a limb, cast a quick look around, and undressed. If Rommie was watching from the shadows, she wanted to tantalize him a little. She took her time removing her bra, and massaged the red lines its straps and underwires left on her flesh. Then, after another glance, she slid down her panties and stood naked on the riverbank.

THE YOGA INSTRUCTOR 2 Eva's scent filled Brent's nostrils and his raging hard on begged to be freed. He lifted her dress and bunched it around her waist. To his surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. He was greeted with a shaved young pink pussy. Brent wasted no time and buried his face in the apex of her thighs. Eva moaned at the sudden intrusion and held Brent's silky socks in her grip. His tongue licked her clit and the bristles in his chin tickled her entrance as he sucked and bit her clit.

He agreed. Brielle sighed in relief, she didn’t want to be alone right now and she wasn’t ready to watch him leave. Who knew when she would get to enjoy this side to him again. She lifted the duvet as River removed his joggers and jumper, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Brielle turned her head away, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as she admired his physique.

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

— Damn it, Alexandre… I fling open the bathroom door. The steam burns my skin. He is under the water. Eyes closed. Looking peaceful. And it’s that calm, precisely, that makes me explode. — ARE YOU SERIOUS? He jumps, turns around. Water drips down his face, but it’s me who drowns him in fury. — You’re telling me you thought we’d have a normal morning while the whole country watches your damn scene from last night like a soap opera with ten million views?

A massive dirt clearing surrounded by a circle of pine trunks, holding thick netted fencing, fight club chic but make it rustic. Quirky without a doubt, but the setting is not the problem. Leo and River are in the middle of the ring bare knuckle sparring. Both topless. Both sweaty. Both wearing gray fucking sweatpants. I don’t remember giving my legs permission, but they stagger forward anyway, trying to offer me up as tribute. My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked.

Brenda and Eli. They are both half naked on the cushion, devouring eachother's lips and bodies. God what is this place?

Brent chuckled before picking the bag up off the ground and handing it to Mila. “We’ll wait for you.” Brenda said, not hearing another word from her friend. Mila sighed before grabbing the bag from Brent’s hand and walking back to the bathroom. She walked inside and she closed the door, getting prepared for the party. * Brenda and Brent whistled after they saw their friend come out the bathroom, sexy and ready to go to the party. She flat-ironed her hair before putting it in a high ponytail. The brown skin-tight shirt they brought to her, hugged her upper body perfectly. Her breast sat up perfectly for being 38 Ds. Her perfectly caramel skin looked nice and shiny from the lotion and baby oil

"She's not a succubus. She's my cousin." Yeah, that was the smoothest lie in the world, River. Brent’s eyes slid to me with all the disbelief of a man watching a toddler attempt to lie. Then he chuckled, a rather slow and unimpressed sound. "You," Brent said, "are the most horrible liar I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Don't do it ever again." I felt heat crawl up the back of my neck at that announcement. He didn't have to say it like that. I opened my mouth once more, to defend myself at the very least, but Brent lifted a hand to stop me.