Daniel Montoya Nude Novels & Stories

"Good. Now strip and get in the shower. I can not stand the thought of another man's scent on you." I moved fast and pulled my t-shirt and jeans off until I was standing there in just a lacy bra and panties. Daniel's eyes got wide at the sight of me almost naked, but he did not move from where he was. I bent over to turn the shower on, and when I stood back up, I could not help but notice the huge bulge in his jeans. I smiled. I unhooked my bra and slid my panties down. I stepped into the shower and went to pull the curtain closed, but Daniel's voice stopped my hand.

Nudged between her folds but held back by the confines of her panties. Frustration welled. Bombarded on all sides, her insides tensed, threatened to explode. Suddenly, Damon had her pinned to his chest, her nipples against taut pecs. She gasped as the light dusting of hair on his chest teased her swollen nipples. Waves of sensations rippled from her center, her nerve endings alight with a fresh torturous need to cum hard and long for her men. Daniel walked ahead of them and no sooner had he stepped from the water did he strip down, his glorious thick and long cock jutting out. Holden gently placed her in Daniel’s arms as he followed suit and the second she saw his cock bounce free the walls

She approached me and hugged me, telling me how beautiful I was that evening, then she took Dylan’s hand and they went to another table with other friends and co-workers. When Daniel saw me, he stood up, pushing the chair he was sitting on, and he waited for me. I could smell his excitement from like ten feet away from him. He was wearing a black suit with a dark purplish-red shirt and a black tie. He was staring at my eyes in awe, as I cat-walked in slow-mo toward him. I tried to escape his gaze by avoiding eye contact, but I couldn’t. Inevitably our gaze locked, and my face heated with blush.

I whimpered at the fullness, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Relax for me,” he whispered. “I need you nice and ready.” He worked me slowly, curling his fingers, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I was moaning louder now, legs trembling. “Daniel… please. I need more.” He stood up and stripped off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest and abs that looked carved from stone. When he dropped his pants, his cock sprang free thick, hard, and intimidating. My eyes widened.

He just wasn’t ready for defeat yet. Natasha stood in front of the toilet door as she opened it, she glanced back again at him. He was fighting his feelings so hard. “I’m going in for a shower!” “Care to join me?” She smirked. Leaving him to his thought, she entered the toilet as she left the door still open. She turned on the shower, making sure he heard the sound and was about to close the door. Suddenly, she found Daniel standing infront of her naked. “Hmm…I got you!”

He stands up and he drops me onto the bed. He starts taking off his pants and underwear. He too is now left completely naked in front of me. We both start heavy breathing as we stare at each other's bodies knowing that what we are about to do changes everything "Are you sure you want this Nina?" Daniel asked looking away from my body and into my eyes. Biting my lip I nod and he smirks. I continue to stare at his body. When does he get the time to work out to even look like this? His muscles are so taut that his tattoos look like stickers in fact they look fake like I can just wipe them off right now. Wipe them off with my tongue hehe

he said while he didn’t look at her. “Are you ashamed on me? You already owned my body but still you can’t directly straight to look at me huh” replied Mona to him. Mona approached to him and she take the towel. She intentionally drop the towel to do something. “Opps! I drop it” then she took the towel and her butt buttocks directly lifted up to Joshua. Joshua saw Mona’s seductive perfect naked body. He didn’t control his emotions that’s why he took off his shirt and pants.

Kate was bent over, but I was determined to sink even lower. I shut the tabs and returned to Daniel’s live stream, only to be met with the shocking sight of him casually gripping his penis and giving it a slow stroke. “What a fuck!” I averted my gaze in a flash. But he only picked up the pace. Vin let out a laugh and clicked a button, unveiling the screen that had sent the fool into touching himself. To my utter dismay, it was a picture of me in a bikini. I sprang to my feet, disgusted as I slammed the laptop shut without uttering a single word.

Depraved fuck. Montilla didn’t say anything before pulling off her T-shirt. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her small breasts popped free. Then he pushed her down to the bed, lifted her skirt, and spread her legs before shrugging out of his water-beaded jacket. The redhead closed her eyes, bracing herself, as his hand dropped to his zipper and he yanked it down.

With a towel around my waist, I rub a hand towel through my wet hair, stepping from the bathroom. Montana stands at the large windows, her forehead pressed to the glass and the desert sun’s rays enveloping her. She’s still wearing the “I’m the Groom” shirt, her legs, golden tan, spilling from its back hem mid-thigh. I need my cell phone. I want a photo to remind me of this moment forever. Unaware I’m watching her across the room, she presses her arms to the window over her head. I stifle the moan in my chest as the hem rises several inches, revealing a peek of the lower portion of her bare ass. As if her toned legs didn’t do it for me, her exquisite backside assures me every inch of her is m