Brock Purdy Nudes Novels & Stories

"It looks like you could use a little extra help around here." Dan continued to mildly protest as Brooke got down on her knees, looking up at Dan with her big blue eyes as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He only slightly protested as she pulled his pants and underwear down in one quick tug, helping him step out of them leaving him naked from the waist down.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing, but I didn't think it was that confusing. He had shifted, so was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. I tugged on them, and they fell to the floor. I gasped slightly as I saw his very large, very hard, erection pointing at me. Brody chuckled lightly at me, "touch it baby" he whispered huskily, "please touch it for me".

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

Brad asked with his arms crossed like a mother who was scolding her daughter for her misbehave. "What?" Lisa asked confused and wracked her brain to remember what happened last night. In a rush, the memories of last night filled her mind. "No! I don't know anything about the commotion. I was too drunk and then passed out." Lisa shrugged her shoulders. She would rather die than tell him. "Oh! Then what about this?" He passed Lisa his mobile. There was a video of a girl kissing a man amidst so many people. "Why do you have to embarrass me?" Lisa throw her pillow at Brad and gritted her teeth. Her face was like strawberry.

"We should stop." "No, Daddy, please. I don't want to stop." Her father groaned again. With his one free hand, he began working his sweatpants down, shifting his weight from side to side as he lowered them down past his balls. Brook nearly gasped out loud when she saw his naked cock. It was almost as big as Tom's, and Cindy immediately started rubbing her bare thigh over his shaft while he pushed his other hand further down between the cheeks of her ass. He pulled her thong aside and Brook could tell he was starting to rub his daughter's excited pussy now. Cindy gasped and moaned, working to keep her voice low just like her father was doing.

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

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’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

he said and pulled his jersey over his head. My breath caught in my throat as his chest came into view. It was not the first time I had seen his chest. But at that moment, every single thing seemed to kindle a spark in my body. My eyes stalled on his chest, trying to see beyond his singlet. His nipples were taut and extremely inviting. But Brody was unfazed. He seemed like he had no idea what was happening to me. I watched as he carried his muscular body to the couch that lay at the other end of the locker room. He dragged off some times that were on it and dusted it. Then he stretched out on it, his front towards me and his eyes slightly closed.

He brought her high up on his thighs; his erection nestled into the crack of her butt. Domini tried desperately not to put weight on Cam’s left side. She gasped when Cam hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, baring her most intimate parts completely. “Look at that.” Brock stood a few feet away, hot eyes drawn to and devouring her sex. “Pretty pink isn’t it? Soft. Wet. Sweet.” “You offering me a taste?” Again, Cam answered for her. “Yep.” “Hot damn.” Brock dropped to his knees. She couldn’t seem to find her voice through the staccato beats of her heart.