Brock Lesnar Nude Novels & Stories

Maybe had repressed me for too long, but I actually thrilled at the thought of my nudes in Bruno phone. I was turned on just thinking about his hand wrapped around his shaft, his veined bicep pumping as he jerked off to my image. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned gorgeous,” he growled My back arched, I presented both my naked tits to Bruno, soaking in the sounds of his tortured, ragged breathing.He was standing over the couch, his emerald stare blazing as he stroked his naked dick. I couldn’t help but stare as it laid in his palm, thick, smooth and fully erect, a drop of pre-cum beading at its pulsing head.

I spot Brock right away and make my way over to him, where he’s standing with two females. Brock’s one of the five guys that runs the training camp. He looks like a young Jason Momoa, with long brown hair, tanned skin, and tattoos all over his chiseled chest and arms. He’s really nice to look at, but he’s tough. He pushed us to the brink yesterday with planks and squats, and his no-nonsense demeanor is all business. The two women with him are chatting, but he’s just standing there silently. I recognize one of the women as another trainee, and I’m surprised when she sticks her hand out toward me as I approach. Cautiously, I take it.

I am grateful for the bottle not landing on me, my family wouldn't be happy to see my naked pics all over the internet. The game continued as it became more and more R rated. Not that I had a problem with it since most of the girls where shirtless and only in their bras. I even saw one of them make out with another girl which was hot. The bottle landed once only on me and I had to take out my shirt which I saw some girls drooling at my naked chest which was well defined and sculpted since I work out a lot during my free time.

As Lex aggressively pinches his nipples, Rodolpho kicks his trousers and soaked underwear away, standing completely naked in front of his supreme boss and the seven staring enforcers. The other naked assets are dancing wildly, rubbing their wet openings against the exposed rods of their handlers. Rodolpho mimics the display, turning his back to give Lex an unrestricted view of his muscular glutes before dropping onto his knees between the Don's legs. He attacks Lex's heavy leather belt, his mouth hanging open as he pulls down the Don's boxers to reveal a terrifyingly long, thick, dark shaft pulsing with venom.

A tension that makes the air heavier, as if the entire building is holding its breath. I am sitting on the bed, my leg in a cast, my hair pulled back into a messy bun. The television mounted on the wall in front of me continuously broadcasts the news. The voices of the journalists form a background noise that I do not pay attention to. Until that name shatters the silence: Belval. My heart skips a beat. My fingers tighten on the rough hospital sheet. I suddenly lift my eyes to the screen. Lucas Belval. He is there, live. In front of a tide of microphones, cameras, flashes assaulting him like a storm. His dark suit, perfectly tailored, contrasts with his tense face, his clenched jaw. His voic

She was holding a guitar,she's really a rock star,or was it popstar they called her? I looked around and more of her pictures hung on the wall,I'm calling it her pictures because I'm certainly not the one. I kept looking around till another picture caught my attention. It was me....no Leena and Rick. She was....she was naked on the pics. I winced in shock,Rick or whatever he said he is was even holding her bare breasts and her hands were covering her V area. God forbid! I can never take such pictures,nudes?....and not with that murderer!!

The nipples were pink and swollen. Lucien threw down his drink and walked up to us. His gaze darkened with a kind of hunger that sent cold shivers down my spine. “Phina…” he whispered. “Damn… look at dem tits.” He zip down his leather jacket. His abs are sexy with tattoos all over. Then he unbuckled his belt and slide down his Jeans. Lysander does the same and damn… they are now naked. Their cocks? No… those ain’t cocks, baby. Those are weapons. Hard. Thick. Veined. Leaking at the red, swollen tip like a fucking tease.

I bit my hand, forcing myself not to scream out. Fucking cheater. But I didn't call him out for moving. My pussy juices were leaking down my thighs, coating his balls. "Times up!" Brock yelled. Tyler gently pulled out with a wet pop, his cock shiny with cunt juice. "I dare you to piss on me." Brock dared me. He took position on the floor, his hard cock slapping on his abs. I sauntered off the stool, straddling his chest. Holding onto his fat cock for stability. With my pussy hovering over his face, the boys crowded us.

To make sure Bryce’s attention was taken away from my bruises, I needed to do something or at least say something but nothing was coming to my head, not until I looked down at my body and a thought came to me, making me smile. I snapped a picture of myself from the waist down, naked, just my groin showing, with a bit of my pubes and a glimpse of my penis peeking out.

A sense of satisfaction washed over me as I observed Brock wincing from the sting of my blow to his unshaven jaw. With the sun glaring down, Brock sat in only his boxers, his chiseled six-pack seemingly beckoning for a touch. He squinted against the bright light, struggling to discern who else was present in the room. As he attempted to rise from the floor where he had landed after my fists had repeatedly struck his face, I could see him wince, still reeling from the blows. With a smirk, Brock replied, “I would have relished the opportunity to undress you, but, being the gentleman that I am, I enlisted the help of a night omega to dress you in my shirt instead.”