Debbie Grayson Nude Novels & Stories

She felt her paintings would be too urban for this crowd. She looked out at the night view as she held a glass of champagne. New York was beautiful at night. She had on a black, form-fitting cocktail dress that came above her knees. Her shoulders were exposed, and her cleavage was modest. “Jessica,” a woman said. She turned around to see a white-haired woman who was dressed in a black, sparkling pant suit. She was holding a glass of champagne. “Yes?” “I’m Gwyneth Grayson-Hanson. Desmond told me that you were the one who took that fabulous picture of the mountains.”

My heavy tits are spilling out of the top, the soft, full undersides completely bare, the fabric so thin and wet that my areolas are clearly visible and my hard nipples poke through like they’re begging to be sucked. The bottoms are worse — a tiny thong that disappears completely between my round ass cheeks, leaving both plump globes fully exposed, the front so small that the outline of my puffy cunt lips is already visible through the soaked material. I'm already wet. I've been wet since I saw Grayson's car pull into the driveway. He's standing by the pool now, beer in hand, talking to my dad about something boring like stocks or golf. He's wearing swim trunks that hang low on his hips and

He smirked. Then, Glade’s and Deborah’s outside clothes just disappeared into thin air, revealing their skin and bare bodies. Only their underwear were left. Glade is just wearing a fitted brief right now, showing off his well-toned muscles in his arms, legs and abdomen and not to mention the big bulk in between his thighs. Stop looking at it, Cerina. I reprimanded myself again in my head.

I swallow as I see us together. I'm really tall, but Grayson is even taller than me so I look small next to him. Feminine and cute. My long hair covers my butt because I have my head back to meet Gray's eyes and he doesn't have a shirt on. The second photo shows how I lifted my finger and started stroking his abs. We make a pretty sexy couple and I'm not just saying that. My round butt is almost out and my legs look long and smooth. Gray in contrast to my pale skin looks tanned and masculine, with those tattoos in full view and his prominent profile.

I said, gloating just a bit. “Yeah, it’s not over yet big man…and I do mean big man,” Debbie said, with a sultry laugh. The womans giggled their infectious laugh again, and set about to plan their recovery. I must have looked quite the sight, sitting there almost completely nude in front of two hot, and very stoned but horny ladies, my cock hard, red and shiny with the saliva of Carol’s mouth.

I let out a low groan, my hands instantly moving to her waist to keep her steady as she sat astride my hips. Debbie reached down, gripped the hem of her large grey shirt, and pulled it entirely over her head, flinging it away as she sat there bare-breasted. Then, she leaned down, her fingers grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers, and helped me push them down past my thighs, flinging them anywhere on the floor. I was hard as fuck, my length standing straight up against her stomach, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

She turned her body away from Donny slightly to keep him from seeing any pics he shouldn’t from her private folder collection. She finally came across a shot that might work, one she took of Grayson half- dressed after work in her bed one night. He wasn’t wearing anything but his half unbuttoned white shirt and tie. Amber cropped his naked bottom half out of the photo and shared it to Donny’s watch. He looked over the image, “Yeah this outta work out nicely. Lots of blood and pale skin I’m assuming.” “Yes. Like he was shot in the chest or something?”

His eyes are already dark and it burns with desire. I unclasp my bra and take it out. His seductive stares is making me wet more than normal. I toss it away and slowly pull down my panties. My eyes lock with his as I take it out. Now I'm naked. He swims to the edge and motion for me to come in. I slowly sit on the deck as Gray wraps his hands around my waist. I shudder to his touch as goosebumps rise in my skin. My nipples are already hard as I clench my legs together. Gray grabs my waist and pull me into the water with him. I swallow when his fingers touch down my back. " Why are you nervous?" He whispers and swims to the middle with me.

Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty. His cold gaze swept across all the journalist and guest, forcing them to retreat backwards. To their surprise he held out his hand and a small slender hand was elegantly put on his large palm. Golden heels landed on floor and pale legs were visible to everyone. They all look earnestly to be the first to glimpse at the lady who managed to appear with Damien Romano. With an elegant smile, Athena made her way out of car and intimately wrapped her hands around Damien's arm. She wore a emerald green below knee length off shoulder gown. Rownd diamond earrings dan

“The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.” His words hit harder than the belt. Cassandra’s face burned with shame and arousal. She could feel how soaked her panties were, the lace completely drenched and clinging to her folds. Grayson hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. His fingers teased her bare, soaked pussy lips. He spread her wetness up and down, circling her swollen clit with feather-light touches. Every stroke made her hips buck forward, chasing more pressure