Brittany Furlan Lee Nude Novels & Stories

I let out a laugh when she scrunches up her face, “You’re not wearing that are you?” “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I look down at my clothes. I’m wearing basic skinny jeans and a plain form-fitting shirt. Nothing that would cause me to stand out in a crowd. I look at Britany. She’s wearing a short, black, sleeveless dress and tights. Her chocolate brown hair is in loose waves, and she gave herself a smokey eye. Britany, though very geeky, is fantastic at hair and make-up. She does well at showing off her hazel eyes. You can always see the green and brown specks in them.

"If you don't want to take your panties off, just slide them to the side," Lee whispered as he pointed his new camera between my trembling spread thighs. "Only if you promise not to show anyone," I giggled. I was tipsy, high and horny. "I promise, babe, but how are you going to be a porno model if no one looks at your gash? You're gorgeous, you're like a glamour model, I told you, now pull this pussy wide open," Lee said as he reached out and pulled my panties to the side.

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

Then Brielle reached for her phone—still on the coffee table. She opened the camera—switched to front-facing. Nathan watched—still buried inside her, softening but not pulling out—as she angled the phone down. The shot was perfect: her thighs spread over his lap, his thick cock still half-inside her, creamy cum leaking out around it, her flushed face and swollen lips visible in the frame, his hand possessively on her hip. She snapped it—twice—making sure the angle captured everything. Then she opened Chloe’s chat.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

From her again. You could fuck me against the hard leather of this car, baby. With the text came another picture. This one was more vulgar than the last. She was sprawled out on the back seat, her naked thighs spread far and wide to flaunt her pussy in front of the camera. Her naked breasts were propped by her hands, nipples pointing straight at the camera too. Long golden jewelry dangled from her belly button down to rest on her open clit. Her lips were curled in a dark smirk, half-lidded lustful eyes stared at the camera like she could see me through it.

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

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 of her slit right there! I Can't believe it! The weak shine of the overhead light making it feel like we're in a smal bunker together or something, the windows now pitch black. Opening up the sleeping bag and wrapping it around herself, Brittany takes off her bra and panties, tossing them aside as I gape at her, looking at them, all frilly and sexy, my best friend's mom butt naked in my car, my cock straining against my wet jeans, awkward and th

Brittany squirmed in need, but freely admitted, "I mostly watched her when she wasn't looking. I was afraid she might stop if she caught me watching her." Beth moaned at the image and purred out, "Were you fantasizing about rubbing my daughter's pretty little pussy, sweetie?" Brittany bit her lower lip and quietly answered, "Yes." Beth trailed her hands up the girl's thighs, before asking, "Have you ever watched lesbian p**n?" Brittany hesitated, but then answered, "Not with Jennifer." Beth's smile widened as she asked, "But you have watched lesbian p**n by yourself?"