Brooke Monk Pussy Novels & Stories

She is always buying a new one. Brooke pulled out a small off white bikini with strings to tie the bottoms and the top. When she began to undress, I noticed that she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that anyone could see in if they were near. Although, They would have to see through the trees. She dropped the sundress she was wearing and was left in only her bra, panties, and painted toes. Brooke has an adorably cute figure. She is almost 5' 4" with shoes on. She is thirty two, but many have commented that I have robbed the cradle. I apparently look my thirty four, but Brooke doesn't look a day past mid twenties. She has a very defined curve to her butt that has never gone unnoticed. H

His balls slapped her clit; her cunt clenched around him like a fist. “I’m gonna come inside you,” he growled. “Gonna fill this pussy up.” “Do it—breed me—give me what Sarah never asks for—” He thrust once, twice—then buried deep—cock pulsing, hot ropes flooding her. Pulse after pulse until it overflowed—creamy white leaking out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs onto the seat. Brooke came again—silent this time—body convulsing, cunt milking every drop from him.

His cock twitched with each kiss on her naked stomach. Holly could feel the grool run down her leg as she eyed the cock hungrily. “Your pussy looks so tasty...” Mr Brook said, his warm breath on her thong making her quiver. “Th-thank you, sir.” She muttered.

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.