Demi Bennett Nude Novels & Stories

With a few words to Alexis the camera didn't pick up, Richard reached out, took a grip on the sheet and gave it a tug. There was a collective gasp in his earbuds from the people at the scene as well as from the passengers around him. The sound of cameras firing filled his ears and Ben tugged his earbuds out. On the stone pedestal stood a four foot replica of Ben in burnished bronze. Completely naked for the world to see. Ben put his face in his hands and groaned. "Oh my GOD! That's BEAUTIFUL!" Catherine gasped loudly then winced as she realized how loud she'd been. Karen and Penny looked back at him with wide eyes.

Delmas. Always start with the weakest. Always. I walk to a bench. I sit down, back straight. I close my eyes. And I listen. The noises, the whispers, the slamming of doors. Every sound is a key. Every breath, a weakness. The women here talk incessantly. They think speech makes them alive. They don't know it condemns them. When the siren sounds, the yard empties. But I stay a few seconds longer. I wait for the guard to call me.

The girls giggled, completely unbothered, but they slid inside just as Mimi slammed the frosted glass door shut. Mimi turned around, her heart thumping wildly against her ribs. Benson was already standing up. He didn't look worried at all. He stood completely naked in the center of the room, his massive, heavily tattooed body glistening with sweat. His large dick was still semi-hard and heavy, pulsing lazily as he looked at her with a dark, amused smile. He picked up the pen from the vanity table, holding it loosely between his fingers. Before Mimi could grab a towel to throw at him, the private door swung wide open.

The tennis court burned under the late afternoon sun, the score tied in the final set of the mixed-doubles exhibition match. Riley Bennett wiped sweat from her brow, her athletic body glistening, long, toned legs, firm ass and sports bra hugging her full breasts. At twenty-five, she was a rising star: fast, fierce, and competitive as hell.

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.

Bennett Julia appears to be an experienced woman. She is no inexperienced virgin. It is all just an act. However, I watch her press her lips together, while she keeps her eyes on mine. Beautiful dark eyes. Dark, shining eyes. Watching her dress slide down her body and reveal her black lingerie set turns me on inside. Soon my voracious gaze crawls over her precious curves, rising to her full and firm breasts inside a half-cup bra and I sigh, descending a little further to the lacy panties that hide little of her treasure. My hands claim her softness and her warmth. So, I approach her slowly, pulling her closer to me and before taking her mouth in a deep French kiss, my gaze penetrates hers.

Bennett was at an angle where he could not see anything inside so he started walking towards the room, the door of which was wide open. When Bennett reached the room, he saw something inside that made his jaw drop. Eden was on the bed, naked. Her face was buried in the pillow, so she could not see him. She squirmed, trying to get comfortable, as she did, her bare rear lifted up slightly in the air, making Bennett’s heart beat faster. He quickly turned around, not wanting to act like a creep. As much as he wanted to see her more, and toucher, he knew it was wrong. He walked back to his room, his breathing still not steady. All he wanted at that moment was to be in Eden’s bed with her.

And ahead, on a stone bench, sat two women: One in a tattered black combat suit (his Demi). One in a white sundress (the original). Both turned in unison. Both smiled. "Took you long enough," they said together. Behind them, Lina hung suspended in a cage of glass thorns—asleep or dead, her neon hair the only color in this monochrome hellscape. The original Demi rose first, her bare feet leaving no imprint in the soil. "You broke my daughter," she said softly. "Made her think she was human." The clone—his Demi—flinched.

Estelle, out of anger, managed to pull her hand out of Bennett's grip but before her hand could get to her cheek, she heard the sound of a material being torn. Before Estelle realized herself, she was already stripped naked. Bennett carefully ripped her panties and equally, wasn't willing to release the grip on her arm. "Are you going to give the damn phone to me or not?" Bennett asked harshly, pulling at her hair. "I'm naked, Bennett. You evil bitch! Let go of my hair." Estelle begged, pulling at the flying jacket behind her back to wrap herself in it. "How's your newly found man?" Bennett asked mockingly. "Are you going to bring your phone, or should I take pictures of you for the media?"

(𝕬: 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖍 (>ლ) ) Yvonne Belle is currently 16 and turning 17 the next month, Demi herself doesn't even know the exact day, she didn't really care. She was focused on making money, even though she's already rich as Yvonne, she wanted money of her own. Money was her only drive at the moment, she's not so desperate to have money that she'd sell her body, she still has a strong dignity and pride, she just tends to overwork at times. "Nova." The little fluff ball sat on the bed frame when Demi called her.