Emma Watson Nude Porn Novels & Stories

Along with her balcony door wide open the sound of Watson swimming could be heard. “Ahhh, fuck, fuck…ah” her moans pull me back to her enticing body, my eyes watched the rise and fall of her full breasts as she reaches with one hand to grasp it, while the other plays with her purple toy helping her reach climax. I couldn't resist as my hand slips into my shorts and starts pumping my semi hard on. The pre-cum almost had me grunt aloud but instead I focused on her as she arched her back and fortunately for me she turned her head towards her balcony doors. A smirk etched on my face as I realized she must think I am the one still swimming laps, as if she had the whole house to herself.

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

I opened the chat with Emma, she was online, and she was ignoring my messages, even the shirtless photos I sent her. I bet you can't wait to see me again. I wrote and immediately she visualized it but didn't answer. I’ve been dreaming about bathing in the lake forever, maybe this time I’ll get it. You know with the moon high in the sky, I alone immersed in the water, completely naked and horny while I jerk off thinking about you. I keep going. God, Axel, please. Said Emma. Please, that's what you'll say in my ear. I put my phone in my pocket and waited for my sister to decide to leave her room.

I cannot believe this guy has no respect for me. “So are you Zane?” He asked me instead and didn't care that I was fussing. “Securities!!!” I yelled and walked towards the alarm button to call their attention. “Oh..Ho … hold on right there. There's something I'll like you to see” He turned his laptop screen for me to see. On the screen was a picture of Rita putting on a fish net lingerie. “Uhh…you probably didn't see that clearly. Here’s another one “ He swiped the screen to a picture of Rita stack naked.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

“Slowly. I want to see how wet your married cunt is.” I stood on shaky legs in front of him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants and panties together. I slid them down my smooth legs, bending at the waist so my heavy tits hung and swayed. When I stepped out of them, I was completely naked, my shaved pussy on full display. My outer lips were swollen and pink, my inner folds glistening with thick, creamy juices that had already started dripping down my inner thighs. Ethan’s eyes locked between my legs. “Holy shit. Look at that sloppy pussy. It’s fucking dripping. Spread your lips for me. Show your stepson how wet you get for forbidden cock.”

I was a defective mate. He pushed some of my hair out of the way, leaning in close. “Did I ever say I was looking for someone normal? You’re perfect the way you are.” Ethan moved away from me. “You’re going to be getting naked when you are with me, and I don’t expect to hear any complaints from you. We will both be naked Emma, and we’re going to explore this between us.” I didn’t want him to see me naked, i cried out as he slapped my ass with a cane. If only I could feel the pain.

“You’re a sick bastard.” Elliot chuckled, already sliding the screen toward me. “Come on. Her old man’s a Bible Belt senator. Preaches about virtue while blowing oil money behind closed doors. He’ll crawl through glass to keep this off the record.” He tapped something. Another image. A different kind of frame. “Fuck it,” he said, voice soft with delight. “Sending this one too. Wanna see?” He didn’t wait. The screen tilted toward me. Amber—on her knees. Face-fucked. Drenched.

' We are in the middle and both doing as requested Miss Watson is standing in front, watching us, and marking her board as if we were under some exam process. 'Toot! Toooot!' the commotion starts to scream in my ears sending impulses of pleasure heading through my soul through the base of my cock and balls. I reach over and pull my cock harder, I see Mila's face screw up 'Fuck me!' she screams as she starts to orgasm over the place. Miss Watson has abandoned the clip board and her hand is rubbing her cunt fiercely as she is cumming as well. My balls bash into Mila's ass and I pound. Locked, loaded and no retreat available I start to shake my whole body quivering with pleasure. I pull the las

The happy scenes stuttered, skipping unnaturally, and the sound distorted into a low, static noise. My smile faded, something was wrong. I leaned forward, squinting at the screen, trying to convince myself it was just a technical glitch. Then a new video started. It was unfamiliar, not a home video. The angle was lower, the lighting dim, and I immediately recognised the tiled floors of my bedroom. But the scene... the scene wasn't comforting. There she was— my mother. Scrambling on the floor, with her breasts out...naked. A masked man loomed over her. *Am I about to watch my mother's sex tape?*