Britt Lower Nude Novels & Stories

My palm twists gently over the head of my cock, My hips rocking forward, embracing the adrenaline flooding my body I closed my eyes tight, and there she is—Jules. Radiant, confident, her naked skin glowing under imagined light, Her breasts are perfect, nipples drawn tight. I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free.

“I…” “You let me believe you.” Her breathing came out uneven. “I told you something that I never told anyone. I let you see a side of me that nobody else knows, because I thought for one second that you could actually understand me in a place like this one. But how pathetic am I?” She let out a bitter laugh and looked away from me. “How dumb was I to trust that whatever you said was true?” “Nikita…”

My mouth goes dry at the sight of them because apparently they all got the same memo about clothing being optional tonight. Corrian's in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Ezra's completely naked, his massive cock already half-hard and making my core clench with want. Leo's in black boxer briefs that might as well be painted on for all they're hiding, and River, River's wrapped in a towel that's barely clinging to his hips and looks like it might fall off if he breathes too hard.

Still, I kept my mouth to hers, trying to make this work. Her fingers went for the buttons of my shirt, as she popped one after another open all the way down my chest. Her hands then pressed to the bare skin of my chest. Her fingernails were too long, they scratched uncomfortably against my skin. I wasn’t into this at all, and was losing motivation quickly. “Take my clothes off, baby,” Brittany said. “Make me yours.” Brittany’s voice scratched through my mind like nails on a chalkboard, shattering any lingering illusion I had about who I was with. My dick, only partially swelled, immediately went flaccid.

Maxim Vasiliev ~•~ I heard Brielle’s low gasp and I bit my lip to refrain from laughing. We were staring at the painting of a woman who was hanging from the ceiling, naked. Her breasts shot out and the painting was only of her upper body. Brielle turned to look at me, mouth agape. “You keep opening your mouth for me like you want me to fill it with something.”

He pulled back just enough to look down between them—watching her hands work him, watching the way his pre-cum coated her fingers, watching her hips chase his touch. Brielle released him for a second—only long enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and drag it down her thighs. She kicked it off completely, leaving herself bare and dripping beneath him. Nathan’s eyes darkened to near-black. She spread her legs wider—knees falling open—exposing everything: swollen folds, glistening entrance, clit peeking out begging for more. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice reverent and filthy. “Soaked. Ready. All for me.”

Tempted By The Sèxy MILF Next Door. (4) Brittany lifted her head, her cheeks flushed and eyes dark. “Tonia’s the queen of double penetration. There was this one night... two frat boys and a bottle of tequila. They didn't stand a chance.” I moaned softly at the memory. “They really didn’t.” We moved again. Brittany mounted Donald’s face, her fingers tangled in his curls as she lowered herself onto his mouth. He didn’t hesitate. His tongue disappeared between her lips, and she let out a loud, breathy gasp.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

I bit my lip nervously, because other than grandpa, no other man had seen my pussy. Grandpa saw my nervousness and asked me one final time, "Britt are you sure you are ready to cross this bridge?" I looked at both of them as I said, "Taking my panties off and exposing my bald pussy to both of you doesn't mean I want to fuck either of you. I have complained about the heat and in the daytime while I've been working in the barn, I have stripped down to my boots so I could be cooler. By allowing you two to take off my panties, only means, I won't mind either of you seeing me completely naked. But the main point, even though my panties don't cover much, the air blowing across my pussy lips, makes

"Relax, Brad, they're just breasts. No point trying to be modest, take your clothes off dear. Come on, I can't have you dying with pneumonia! My cock twitching, as i slowly start to undress, distracted by Brittany as she peels out of her clingy blouse, her leggings soon following, my ultimate MILF fantasy stripping off right before my eyes, my teeth chattering as I discreetly try to contain my cock from erupting in the small confines of the car. On her hands and knees, Brittany crawls into the back, my eyes glued to the bulge of her pussy, clearly visible between her toned thighs, her ass clad in the tight and wet panties, my cock no longer twitching but outright swelling, the actual outline