Eden Mccoy Nude Novels & Stories

I parted my lips to speak, but he shook his head, nodding negative before clicking his fingers. “You want him?” he asked again. But somehow, I knew it didn’t sound like a question. “Well then... I’ll let you have him. After all, it’s just... sex, isn’t it?” Maccini asked. The door swung open. Two men walked in, Nico hanging off their arms. He had cuts in his thighs, arms, chest... face. He looked as though he’d been cut.... and stitched up in his legs! And cut again? Stitched arms all over again. He was bleeding... everywhere.

"Hurry, get the cart ready. You'll ride me home. My wife and the little one will have it with Adam." "Yes, sir." Dressed in a white La Coste t-shirt, a pair of white pants, and a white ball cap, Mr. McCoy climbed a small slope to where his wife and son sat. "Welcome, Adam." He bent over for a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and took two tiny gulps. "I was hoping not to see you until Christmas break." "Why not? It's not like I school a sea apart."

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

Hurried back home as fast as possible, barely making it to my room before stripping myself naked. I jumped on the bed and my phone was out in seconds, pulling up my favorite BBC p**n site. But tonight, it was not random videos. I closed my eyes and pictured Coach Marcus. That massive frame towering over me with his shorts down, revealing a thick black cock bigger than any I had seen online. Veined, heavy, and a glistening tip.

Jake chuckled, and then moved his body closer to her, while pulling her towards himself so that he was back hugging her. "I wasn't even the one who loaded the pictures, that's all Micheal," he said, in between his chuckles. "Whatever," Maddie mumbled, too jealous to care. "I am serious. I haven't looked at any of the nudes on my phone. I am only interested in the nakedness of one woman and I know one of these days my eyes would get to feast on her perfect nudity while I have her." Jake deliberately leaned so closely to the space between her neck and ear, his hot breath fanning her as he spoke so shamelessly.

THE moon lit the entire space where trees are absent and I was nailed on the ground, eyes fixated on his midnight ones that always seems to be penetrating through my own and into my deepest, darkest secrets. He stood there all naked with a cheeky grin on his face. I wasn’t just about to focus down there because as much as I am comfortable with nudity, this was far different than what I have grown accustomed to seeing. I’ll just leave it to my peripheral vision to get the look of what it is down his chest.

I've been fuçking all kinds of dîcks, what's so special about his that I can't get it out of my head? “Come on, Ella, open up… You've gotta eat something” Megan said pleadingly while pounding on my door. I glared nastily towards the door, not because I'm mad at her over uploading my naked picture, but because she just ruined my perfect dream. “I have taken down the photo, ok? Stop being cranky now” her voice came up again. “Just go away!” I snapped and went under the cover. I looked down at myself, and smiled when I realized I'm still in my clothes.

No problem, my cock was already hard. "Sometimes Ronnie would be naked when he shot the videos," Maryanne said as she unfastened her bra and tossed it to her husband. Mark's expression was priceless. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked excitedly. "So you were looking at his naked cock on those videos?" Maryanne silently nodded as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes were nearly closed as she continued to sway to the music, wearing only her lacy thong.

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.