Dean Winters Nude Novels & Stories

Demien stepped in, zipped the tent closed, and started undressing without a word. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest, defined abs, and that perfect V-line disappearing into his shorts. Then the shorts came off. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, already half-hard. I couldn’t stop staring. The memory of him eating Lena’s pussy and then fucking her senseless kept flashing in my mind, making my own cock twitch desperately. Demien noticed. Of course he did. He walked over to me, completely naked, and stopped right in front of my face. His cock was now fully hard, thick and beautiful, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

I shook my head rapidly. “No,” I cried weakly as he yanked off his pants, and stepped into the bath. “Yes,” he hissed, wading towards me. “Fuck you smell so good, so fucking good.” “No, Damon. I don't want this-” “The scent coming from your pussy says otherwise, baby,” Dean replied. I glanced behind me to see he had torn off his clothes and was stark naked. His shaft, jutted out above my head, thick, and long and oh my fucking gosh, was that a piercing at the head?

he murmured, his voice husky. I watched as Dean's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples through her dress. She arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps. Deccan stood behind her, his hands on her hips, pulling her back against him. Dean unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before us, naked and vulnerable. Her skin was smooth and pale, her curves inviting. Dean's hands explored her body, his touch hungry and urgent.

Dean’s face turned pale, his lips quivering as he whispered through clenched teeth, "…Shut up..." Joe let out a cold, mocking smile, saying nothing further. Without hesitation, he ripped open the buttons on the gown. The fabric fell loosely from Dean’s shoulders, leaving his upper body exposed to the cool air. Instinctively, Dean curled his body, trying to shield himself, but Joe pressed down on him with force, giving him no chance to cover himself. The hands moved lower, completely removing the gown. Dean’s body trembled slightly as the fabric slipped away, leaving him exposed. His breath quickened, growing more ragged with each passing moment, his chest rising and falling violently, as tho

“Then bend over, all of you. Show the sunrise what synchronized sluts look like when they’re dripping and desperate.” They didn’t walk far. Dean led them to a wide, flat section of the dock still bathed in the first strong rays of sunlight. He dropped to one knee and pulled Jenna down with him, laying her on her back on the weathered wood. The planks were cool against her heated skin. Lily was placed beside her, thighs spread wide. Elena knelt between them, eager and dripping. Alex and Dean stood over the three women like gods surveying their offering. “Open those legs wider,” Dean ordered. “Let the light hit every wet, used hole.”

he explained, probably guessing her thoughts. Holding her hand in his, they paused as Dean opened the door. There were potted plants put beside it. Small buds of red roses could be seen from the little light from streets. "I'm back." Dean hollered. The house was brightly lit. Drake was standing in front of the stove with a spoon in hand. He was in his underwear. Whiteys. "For fuck sake! How many times have I told to dress your sorry excuse of a body! Nobody wants to see it!" Dean shouted while covering her eyes.....and ears.

When I straighten up, I'm completely bare - tits out, pussy exposed, not a single hair on my cunt because I waxed yesterday like I somehow knew this was coming. Instead of covering myself, I plant my hands on my hips and thrust my chest out. "Well? This is your scary initiation? Getting me naked?" I gesture at my body. "Take a good look, Madam President. I know you've been fantasizing about it." Vivian circles me slowly, her eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin. I feel her gaze on my tits, my ass, the soft inner curves of my thighs. When she passes behind me, her breath ghosts across my neck.

Maybe going back home to spend some time with his brother will ease his painful heart and make him feel relaxed. He finally switches off the laptop, then stands up and strides into the bathroom to have his bath and get ready for work. Barely thirty minutes that he went inside the bathroom, the bathroom door suddenly opens with a light creak, revealing the hot creature that just stepped out. Dean has the perfect body shape. His skin is light and smooth, his thick black hair is clinging to his head and dripping wet. He has a white towel wrapping around his waist. He's super cute. One hour later...

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

And he's not even hard! The guy is kneeling behind a naked woman on all fours with her ass towards him. He's stroking his nearly limp cock and my sister is right, it's huge! Well maybe not huge, but extremely long even in it's current state. The woman's face conveys her impatience as she looks back over her shoulder. Her blonde hair is as unnatural as her large tits. "What's the matter, Dean?" the director asks, walking towards the bed. "He can't get it up! That's what's the matter," the naked blonde on the bed yells.