Drew Fuller Nude Novels & Stories

I moved behind him, stretched my arms up high, and let the tie slip open, deliberately exposing my heavy tits and shaved pussy. I offered to bring snacks and asked for help carrying everything. Drew immediately volunteered. As we walked to the kitchen, I left my robe completely open. Drew’s eyes devoured my body. He told me I had an incredible figure, then reached out and started groping my tits, squeezing them together before sucking hungrily on one of my nipples.

— Damn it, Alexandre… I fling open the bathroom door. The steam burns my skin. He is under the water. Eyes closed. Looking peaceful. And it’s that calm, precisely, that makes me explode. — ARE YOU SERIOUS? He jumps, turns around. Water drips down his face, but it’s me who drowns him in fury. — You’re telling me you thought we’d have a normal morning while the whole country watches your damn scene from last night like a soap opera with ten million views?

Or was it her imagination playing with her reality? She was jolted back to reality when she heard the sound of the stiletto and it stopped when she saw the lady standing before her giving her a questioning look that said 'why are you staring at my boss like that?' and it was as if Adele got the message and she immediately asked the lady who was the god of manly beauty that she saw just now? She could never believe that that man was Mr Drew, that was impossible, Mr Drew was an ugly man and with the rumours, he could not be anywhere close to this Adonis, and she wanted to know if there was another Mr Drew but it was as if the lady was not interested in giving her the information she needed, th

he's an athletic so I wasn't surprised he had a full six packs,he is perfect, just perfect. He kises me again and pulls out staring at me again like as if waiting for me to make the first move I lift up a hand and rub my fingers over his bare chest, touching him has become a temptation I can definitely not avoid Draven yanks down his boxer briefs. His dick is out and Standing, his as hard as earlier if not harder I know it will hurt, considering the fact that his dick is so big, I mean he should be an established pornstar like johnny sins

He winked at Nora. Leo rolled his eyes. “Right…” The guy introduced himself with a dramatic little bow. “I’m Drew. You think Connor’s cute? Shame about his penis, isn’t it?” Nora lifted a brow. Drew leaned in conspiratorially. “Wasn’t wearing a cup one day. Sliced clean off by a skate. He’s like Barbie now.” Leo snorted into his drink. Beck reappeared, grabbed Drew by the collar, and started dragging him away.

He yanked my face back on his cock, pushing himself deeper in my mouth. I felt a cold metal pushing into my asshole, shoving it's way in. A butt plug. Greg still sucked on my swollen clit as he rammed the plug fully inside my asshole. It was too much. I tried closing my legs but my thighs got slapped and yanked more open. "If you try to close your thighs again. You're gonna get slapped." Drew growled as the cameras came closer. I pulled off Drew's cock, full on crying as my holes got stuffed. "Please Drew. Suck my nipples."

In its place, she wore only tattered strips of soft, buckskin leather—little more than a primitive wrap that left her midriff and legs bare. She wasn't a "Glitch Queen" here. She was a woman in the wild. "Jaxson? Kael?" she called out, her voice raspy. "Over here." Jaxson emerged from a thicket of oversized ferns. If he looked lethal in a suit, he looked like a god of war here. He was shirtless, his broad chest marked with the faint blue scars where his tactical gear had been integrated. He wore rugged trousers torn at the knees, a crude bone-knife gripped in his hand.

“That’s exactly what I need. Light and shadow on your naked body. Showing every hidden part. Your nipples are tight and dark. Your cunt lips are glistening. Keep your legs just like that, slightly spread. Let me capture how your body looks when it has no choice but to surrender to the pose.” I nodded, my cheeks burning hot. My free hand on my thigh twitched like it wanted to cover myself but I kept it still. “My pussy is getting wetter the longer you stare,” I admitted, my breath catching. “I can feel it dripping. This is so dirty, lying here naked while you draw my spread cunt like it’s art.” He finally put the pencil down and came forward once more.

I doubt it, but a guy can dream. I scour through the pictures more closely. Most of these pictures are from fans or groupies that were lucky enough to spot Drew while he was out last night. They aren’t the best quality, but candid shots could still be useful. The first few are of him drinking with some of his team mates. I recognize a lot of the people in the photos from times that I hung out with Drew. In the past we have always gotten along great. Right now I’d love nothing more than to throat punch him though. I can’t curb my anger even knowing he doesn’t know about my feelings for Tessa. He probably doesn’t even know that Tessa and I had a relationship at all. I continue scrolling throug

With me leaning heavily on the island, a grin on my lips as I stared at Drew and an equally wide grin on Drew’s lips as he stared at me. His eyes ping-ponged between us, his face carefully blank and so fucking beautiful, it was almost impossible for her to focus on anything else. His dark hair was messy and his pink lips were slightly puffy with sleep. As if that wasn’t enough, he was wearing a white T-shirt and grey pants that did nothing to hide his morning wood. Fuck me. No, really. I needed him to fuck me now. Right there on the kitchen counter. I wouldn’t mind our audience of one.