Daniel Montoya Nude Novels & Stories

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

' Monica thought. Her black eyes lingered on his round lips, his muscle-toned chest, his well-constructed abs, and drifted to the wavy curly hair on his head - like the ripples in a stream - like a biology teacher observing the specimen provided for WAEC. It wasn't as if the breathtaking view was new to her but everything appeared to present itself as new with every look of his handsomeness. She faltered so much that Daniel repeated the straightforward question with a smiling smirk. "I will advise you to take a picture or two. It lasts longer." He added and smirked proudly, cocking an eyebrow.

I took Maurício's cell phone, turned on the camera and set it to film, lit a cigarette and threw the lighter with the lit flame on his body, watching the flames get higher and higher and the groups more intense. At the door we were surprised by Roberto looking at me, as he smiled lopsidedly and shook his head in denial. "This is going to stink, Mrs. Monroeli." Juliana Active Connection "Norely...I already said I hate to be disturbed on my nights sleep. They are precious to me." "Excuse me, my dear, but I have something very serious to discuss with you. It has leaked information that you are backing out of our agreement, is the amount I am offering you not enough for you?"

The room was plain, with a worn leather chair, an old fireplace, and wooden surfaces covered in a thick layer of dust. Dante rolled his shoulders, unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and placed his gun on the table. His forearm muscles flexed as he moved, and his arms were covered in dark tattoos. Before my thoughts could go in an inappropriate direction, I turned my head away. "Who sent them, in your opinion?" Perched on the edge of the couch, I asked. After swirling the whiskey in his glass, Dante took a slow sip. "It might be Montoya," he acknowledged. "But I do not believe so."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the city skyline sparkled, but inside, the room was quiet and warm. I was sitting on the edge of the massive king-sized bed, wearing nothing but one of Daniel’s crisp, oversized white dress shirts. The top four buttons were undone, leaving my collarbones and the slope of my chest exposed. The hem of the shirt barely reached the top of my thighs, leaving my long bare legs fully visible over a tiny black lace g-string. The bathroom door opened, and Daniel stepped out. He was completely shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark, low-slung lounge pants that hung loosely off his muscular hips. His broad chest, sharp abs, and defined shoulders were fully on

I smiled at both of them— call it a wicked smile if you may. “So since you two are looking like you’re on the same wavelength of feelings and emotions.” I started to say, thus making both of them turn to look at me. “Then, Andrea, you wouldn’t mind the fact that Daniel took off your clothes yesterday and saw you naked.” I said with a smile and Andrea’s gaze grew very wide. “DANIEL DID WHAT?!!” ** It was evening time the next day and I had taken a stroll to the waterfall and the Raknak Volcano which was no longer active.

Montero placed his large hand over mine and squeezed. The warmth in his gaze offered me a tiny amount of courage. I didn’t tell him, but it was somehow what I needed to get my butt out of his car. At first glance, Daniel Santini seemed to have done well for himself. The house wasn’t new, but it wasn’t in bad shape. There was a blue, pickup truck parked upfront and a white Toyota. “You’ve got this,” Montero said as we approached the house. “Jesus…” I whispered, running my fingers through my hair. “I haven’t seen him in almost twenty years. I don’t even know where to start.”

She made a sound and clamped her legs tight and leaned forward and tried to push my hands away, but then mom put her hands on Monica's shoulders, "Easy honey, easy. He's just helping me get you cleaned up so you can go home. It's all right, Daniel is a good boy and he won't tell a soul, will you Daniel?" "No mom, not a soul." Monica looked up at mom and the she relaxed. I was washing her pussy as best I could and Monica gave a little moan and hunched at my hand. Mom giggled and said, "Take it easy Monica. We are tying to clean you out, not get more put in you. If you're not careful Daniel might want to try an older woman. Would you like that Daniel? Would you like a taste of Monica?"

She strolls down the hallways to enter the bathroom and sees it wasn’t locked, she just entered it anyway. Frozen at the door, Alissa’s mouth was open wide and her eyes widen in shock. In front of her was Daniel standing in all his glory. Toned biceps, hard marbled chest with fine hair scattered across his chest. Six-packs that just go a long way. His abs were something she had seen in a fashion catalog. On the tan left side of his abs was his birthmark. Dark with an oval shape print right next to the second row of his marbled abs.

I tried to mind link with him but his mind link was shut. "What's wrong with him? His health has not deteriorated much, has it? I think I should go and check on him." I rushed out of my room and twisted his door knob which I found unlocked. So without any thought, I twisted the knob and when I looked up I caught a glance of Daniel and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. He was standing half-naked before me. His entire torso was broad and all muscles, his biceps as I interpreted were huge. His abs looked almost purposely flexed, yet had a mixture of a softer look to them. He was looking sinfully sexy. My awe-stuck eyes flickered to his eyes who sent me a knowing smirk. I felt my cheek