Daniel Pitout Nudes 소설 & 이야기

“I didn’t get anything yet.” Daniel groaned, but he supposed it was time to show off the goods. He pulled the zipper of his uniform down in one quick move. On hot days like this one, he didn’t wear anything underneath, so that was it. His cock was right there, on show in the bright lights, already filling. He looked up to Jack, imagining how it would be to have those plump lips around it.

Min whispered, the admission a final, crushing blow to his pride, and a key that unlocked a dark, thrilling new part of his soul. "Get rid of those," Daniel said, gesturing with his chin toward Min’s boxers. Min hooked his thumbs into the waistband and, with a final, deep breath of surrender, slid them down. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a wet thud. It was hard and flushed a dark, angry red, the head weeping a steady stream of clear fluid. Daniel let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Well, now. That's a very pretty piece of equipment you've been hiding under all those stuffy office clothes." He began to walk slowly around the bed, his eyes devouring Min’s naked body

Ashina’s PoV “Have you lost your senses you dumbhead you always play with everything, Do as you’re told and don’t ask questions” I snapped at him as he raised his hands pretending to be shocked, the smile on his face was appealing. I think I should let him know about it, Daniel saw me naked but the thought of it gives me goosebumps. I hate to say it but it feels okay to me that he saw me naked. I shouldn’t be judged for it, cause letting Natham know about this would only ruin my relationship with him and that would erupt a huge rift between him and his plans. It would ruin everything, it’s better kept concealed within me.

"Fuck, Daniel, yes, fuck me--" A throat cleared. I froze. I jerked my head up to the door. Daniel was standing there with loose pants that failed to conceal his boner as his eyes were fixed on my naked body. My face was scalded by heat--I had not even closed the door right in my haze. "I... I have come to apologize about... that,” he said, his voice deep, and his eyes fixed on my nakedness. “No plans of flashing you like that. “ I pulled the blanket up over me, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

The best part was Daniel never knew to whom he was coming. He took his time making sure his form was right for the moment. Some would see him as a six-foot man with deep emerald green eyes and a dazzling smile. Others would see him as a little boy with a missing tooth and dancing baby blue eyes. He even bounced a basketball. Daniel knew blending in was always crucial. He saw something on the sidewalk. It was an old man sitting in an alley just beyond the pavement. He was singing to his old pit bull curled up at his feet. He took a swig from the bottle he had wrapped in a plain brown bag.

His fingers gripped the podium and he forced a chuckle "It seems we've got a technical error here" A man in the crowd raised his hand "Is that you, Mr. West?" Daniel strengthened and immediately masked his shock with a smile "Of course not. This is fabricated. Someone is trying to ruin my reputation" Before he could continue, the footage shifted. "Marriage is shit. I like eating new pussies everyday" "How many of them slut have you fucked so far?" "Six in two days. You should trust me, I know my ways around sluts" Daniel's voice boomed followed by laughter from his companions on the club.

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

“And that’s why it excites you.” Daniel’s body jolted. He glared, then broke. His voice was raw when he whispered, “I imagined you making me crawl.” “Crawl where?” “Across the floor.” Daniel’s breath shuddered. “To you.” Dr. Lawson leaned back, composed. “Describe it.” Daniel groaned, but the words poured out like a confession, “I pictured myself on all fours, naked, hard, leaking on the floor like a mutt. And you just stood there. Watching.”

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.

She was nervous and Only then slowly opened the thigh. Daniel was very dissatisfied with this. He leaned into Zenna's center and put her legs out on his knees, forcing her to open even the bottom of her legs and revealing a thin layer of underpants. He stretched out his hand again and groped down, hitting her point straight, with a layer of cloth covering Zenna's p*ssy with his palm. Dry. Not a trace of moisture. Daniel frowned and touched it several times but the result still made him angry. Even the hand touching her body gradually lost control, leaving heavy marks.