Brittany Hawks Nude Novels & Stories

And though he said nothing, his stare lingered a beat too long, like he was memorizing the gesture just to hate it more later. Brittany shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t understand a word of what was happening, and worse, she knew it. At one point, Kracus turned to her suddenly. "And you. What do you do?" Brittany blinked. "I’m an influencer." Silence. Kracus sipped his vodka. "Influence what?" "I, um, create lifestyle content. Fashion. Beauty. Travel." "Ah." He nodded, slow and cold. "You sell mirrors."

Spike asked, "Britt told snake and I you want to be spread out so snake and me can enjoy looking at your pussy, is that true." "Yes, it is. My mother and Brad are the only two people who have seen my naked body, that is until today. Brad called me the other day after making his delivery here and told me about Britt and the invitation to come out here, I circumnavigated the globe in like two seconds. I was so happy to finally get a chance to live out some of my fantasies."

But she needs to train well to make that wish come true. The blazing sound erupting form the giant speaker, made some ladies go crazy as they swing their bodies to the rhythm of the music being played, while the disc jockey made sure their night was filled with amazing music from crazy pop stars. Macho could be seen sitting in his reserved high seat, watching the almost nude ladies as they dance, with guys rubbing the groins on their buttocks. He smiled to their immoral act, taking a sip of the hot liquor in his hand. Brittany sat few inches beside him, looking gorgeous as ever in her skimpy flair red dress, with pretty leather hand gloves worn on her hands. Her hair was let lose, adding to

His cock flopped out—soft, small, defeated. She wrapped her manicured hand around it, stroking slow at first, then faster, trying to wake it up. “Come on, Daddy. Get hard for me. Forget that old hag.” Derek stared at the house. Layla disappeared inside, door slamming. Big Daddy followed. The image burned—his ex, legs spread for a machine. His cock twitched. Started to rise. Brittany grinned, tits spilling from her top as she bent lower. She spat on his shaft, slicking it up, hand pumping hard. “That’s it. Think about her on her knees for that robot dick. Bet it’s huge. Bet he fucks her raw.”

Brittany teased, "I can't! Haven't I touched every inch of you? And now, you're pretending to be some innocent young man?" Horace went silent. Soon, the buttons on his shirt were undone, one by one, revealing half of his toned chest. Brittany's hand slid over his firm, warm muscles as she clung to him like a seductive snake wrapping around its prey. Horace cleared his throat but let her hold on. The heat from his body eased some of Brittany's tension, though her face remained pale. "What about Jessica…"

He then moved his hand to my top dragging it up to reveal my already pointed breasts. I breathes in and out as he fondles it and it was at that moment I came back to my senses. I pushed him off me breathing heavily. He looked confused as he wasn’t expecting it. I dragged my top down and got up from the bed and without waiting for him to talk, I rushed to the bathroom and locked the door. I took a deep breath. “What the hell is wrong with you, Brittany!” I screamed to myself not believing I can allow him go to that extent.

His, clearly. Because mine only involves me and him…naked and tangled up together. Yet standing across the room from us are three others. Count them… Three others. Two beautiful women with long blonde hair and large breasts and killer figures. And one light-toned African American male who is…an Adonis unto himself. They’re all naked, sooo, naturally…. I can put one and three together. I slide my glance toward Jameson—dressed in his impeccable tux—and deduce he’s keen on watching what comes of this foursome. Apparently, voyeurism is his form of participation.

"You will speak only when addressed." Brittany's mouth snapped shut, but her eyes promised murder. "Brittany Dawson," Alpha Jace intoned, "you have been charged with forty-three counts of assault, multiple counts of harassment, conspiracy to commit murder, and attempted murder of the future Luna. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" Brittany shrieked. "She's making it all up! She's manipulating all of you with her pathetic victim act! I never—" "We have documentation," Alpha Jace interrupted. "Photographs. Video evidence. Medical records. Audio recordings. Witnesses." He paused. "Your own text messages threatening her life."