Novel & Cerita Drew Fuller Nude

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.

Don’t touch her. ‘Boomer, our mate has a different male in her life. Why can’t I have fun.’ He shouldn’t of said that Boomer was howling so loud Drew couldn’t take the noise. He ended up drinking to quiet his wolf. When he woke up in the morning he was still a little drunk. He saw the red head lying next to him naked. ‘She is cute, maybe I found my Luna. I need to try a few more before I make up my mind,’ ‘She is not our Luna.’

— 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?

If only I could see a picture of him without a shirt… maybe that would be enough. I moved closer to the nightstand and noticed a wooden drawer slightly open. I pulled it further, expecting nothing more than ordinary items. Instead, a stack of printed photographs slid out and spilled onto the floor. I knelt down, gathering them one by one. As my eyes fell on the images, my throat went dry. They were pictures of Adrian at the beach. His body was fully exposed under the sun, captured in sharp, effortless detail. Broad shoulders narrowed into a defined V at his waist, his abs etched and tightening with each pose as he stood shirtless in the sand.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

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

This man is ripped. Zinnia whooped, wagging her tail enthusiastically. ‘Check the next one! Check the next one!’ Drix was sitting on a bench press lifting dumbbells in the second picture. Again, he was shirtless and his skin almost looked waxed. In the second picture, he was stepping out of the pool in his mansion, his wet hair adding to his enchanting merman god vibe.

She kept going, riding the waves, moaning loud enough to shake the walls. Finally, her body slumped. She was now sweaty, satisfied… but still alone. She sighed, wiped herself down, tossed the wet towels in the hamper, and crawled into bed. Sleep took her fast, pulling her into dreams of a man who could give her more than just release. --- Across town, Drew stirred. He was tall, sculpted like a runner, with hazel eyes and smooth brown skin kissed with just the right amount of cream, he was every bit the fantasy. And with a thick nine-inch cock? He was hard to forget.

I hear a very familiar voice say as I freeze totally shocked. Finding my bearing after a few seconds, I turn slowly and face my boss half naked and staring intensely at me. I notice the only thing he has on is a towel wrapped around his waist, seeming to have come out of the bathroom as he is still dripping wet, looking sexy as hell. I can’t stop myself from gawking at his chiseled chest and his eight freaking packs. I snap out of my semi-trance as I notice him smirk and realize that I drooled slightly.

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.