Brooke Marsden Nude Novels & Stories

After Nolan had dismissed his cheif bodyguard, he could not but wonder if Broderick had taken Martha out of the country. He then decided to put a call across to Broderick and he answered," Broderick, where is Martha?" "Currently punishing her," as at the time Broderick was speaking, he was on A Island on the mountain with Martha as today was the seventh day of Martha on the mountain. Martha had literally looked like a dead person, she looked skinny and her skin looked like that an old woman. "Provide Martha or I get you arrested," Nolan threatened. Broderick smirked and said," have you not heard the news?"

I know it and it makes it all the more amusing. Modestly, Madison goes into the en-suite bathroom and comes back out wearing a navy camisole top with cream lace across the chest. Fuck me she looks sexy as sin. I can just about see the outline of her perfect, pert breasts. It makes my dick twinge. Good job I’ve got the duvet covering me nicely. God, that would be embarrassing. I catch Breena gawping at my upper body now fully naked and exposed as I sit up in the bed waiting for Madi to join me. “Don’t forget your book.” I tell Madi.

We all shower in this locker room daily- it shouldn’t be a big deal. I toss my towel onto the bench, toeing off my mud-caked gym shoes. I pull my shirt off overhead, drop it on top of my shoes. Then, hesitantly, I glance over at Brooke. She’s shimmying out of her yoga pants, revealing those long, tan legs. She’s still got her t-shirt on, but I can see the bottom of her bare ass cheeks skimming underneath the hem. Fuck, she’s got a great ass. Brooke looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine.

She’s only wearing a bathrobe and looking us up and down. Hakeem, who had been leaning against me, trying to go back to sleep, turns to face our mate. I feel his eyes widen and I understand why. Meredith slowly unties her robe and lets it fall from her shoulders. Underneath, she’s completely naked. The robe slowly falls to the floor, gliding over her curves, her full breasts, her hips, her legs. My eyes follow the path of the robe until it hits the floor before I look back at her face. Her irises have bled, making her eyes completely hazel.

I’m excited to be here and finally meet everyone in person. “Hey!” Brooke greets with a bright smile as we approach. She’s dressed in what I’ve gathered is typical Brooke fashion- chuck taylor sneakers, ripped up jeans, a Queen t-shirt, and a flannel tied around her waist. She pulls off the punk rock/nerd combo flawlessly, even makes it look sexy, which is no surprise since the girl is supermodel gorgeous. “You ready to jump right in?” I grin. “Absolutely.” Brooke pushes out of her desk chair, stepping over to the conference table and sinking down into one there, instead. “Have a seat,” she urges as she clicks a remote to turn the large screen on, pulling a wireless keyboard and mouse closer

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

Nathan said, face hidden, still toweling his wet hair. Brooke snapped around at Nathan’s voice, still holding the catalog in her hands. The nickname was a recent development, and Brooke liked it. Her mouth went dry at the sight of nearly naked Nathan standing in front of her, towel around his waist, droplets of water streaming down his chest and toned abs. She could see Nathan’s long legs and strong arms flexing as he dried his beautiful wet hair. Brooke felt herself getting flushed, feeling hot and cold at the same time; her thundering in her chest at the blatant display of masculinity in front of her. Her mind filled with sudden dirty thoughts of how she could ravish Nathan then and there

bought for Brook the day before, but she hadn't brought anything that skimpy with her for her night at Cindy's. She was wearing a skimpy bikini style pair that made her feel good the way they stretched over her body and showed off the shape of her ass and pussy mound. Brook was still wearing her bra, but she took it off and was in no more of a hurry to cover up than Cindy seemed to be. Cindy's nipples were hard and looked really nice. Brook's nipples got hard, too. She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention.

Linda's sparkle had always been undeniably charming. Intrigue washed over me as she picked out a pair of white shorts, a soft pink sweater, and coordinating pink and white sneakers. A chuckle escaped me—a silent echo to my thoughts: what kind of date permits such an outfit? Clearly, the restaurant wouldn't be upscale; otherwise, our attire would be woefully inadequate. I recall that night Brock and I arrived at our destination—a secluded amusement park on pack grounds that Brock owned, its existence unknown to me. He had ensured that we were the sole visitors, enjoying the seclusion of the park’s enjoyments.

She noticed him staring even more than before. "I have no idea what to do Brooke." Brooke then looked directly at Dan as their eyes met. She was biting the right side of her lower lip as she lowered her arms revealing her light pink areola and slightly hardened nipples of her full 36c breasts. She then uncrossed her legs just enough to reveal her pussy lips. Now that she had Dan's attention, she lifted a foot to the edge of the sofa cushions exposing her pussy even more. Dan couldn't help but attentively watch this new development.