Erin Brockovich Nude Novels & Stories

I hit accept, my thumb hovering over the screen, and the image loaded. It was a photo of Brody. But it wasn't the polaroid from my pocket. This was a high-definition, digital photo taken from *inside* his holding cell at the precinct. Brody was sitting on the metal bench, his head in his hands, looking utterly defeated. The timestamp in the corner of the photo was from exactly three minutes ago. My breath hitched, the air completely vanishing from my lungs as a second message popped up on the screen from an unknown number.

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

I ask, looking up at him from the sofa. "I haven't," he insists, his expression dead serious. The silence between us thickens. I hold his gaze for a second longer than necessary. “Take off your pants and underwear, Brock,” I say quietly. “I need a proper examination."

Ignored. — You have no proof! No damn proof to take her away! A police officer blocks me with a firm arm, but without brutality. Just enough to push me away. — Sir, stay back. An injured pregnant victim. A witness. We take this seriously. You can join her at the station. I look around me. Everyone is filming. Everyone is commenting. They know nothing. But they’re already judging. I see my sister, jaw clenched, breath short. I see her fists tightening, her arms straining against the handcuffs. She’s struggling.

Brock looked around and pretended to be confused. "Answer him." Alvin was furious, and picked up a large pair of pliers next to him. He said, "If you don't answer all the questions clearly today, I'll make sure your p*nis loses its function, and you'll never be able to enjoy women ever again." He spoke as he started to pull down Brock's pants, with the pair of pliers slowly approaching his lower body. Brock's lips quivered, and he quickly used his cuffed hands to protect his lower body. He instantly answered, "Mr. Richards, I was ordered by Norton Richards to do it."

Strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled my nude body to his, I moaned into his mouth and he groaned in need, his hands moved lower and cupped my backside then stilled. I stared in confusion as Brock pulled away. “Oh God” Brock wailed and I softly held his face. “What?” I said softly and his green eyes bore down on me, hard. “You shouldn’t have done that” he said, annoyance evident in his voice. “But I……..” “Shhhh” Brock cut me off, “I can’t do this with you”

Maybe had repressed me for too long, but I actually thrilled at the thought of my nudes in Bruno phone. I was turned on just thinking about his hand wrapped around his shaft, his veined bicep pumping as he jerked off to my image. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned gorgeous,” he growled My back arched, I presented both my naked tits to Bruno, soaking in the sounds of his tortured, ragged breathing.He was standing over the couch, his emerald stare blazing as he stroked his naked dick. I couldn’t help but stare as it laid in his palm, thick, smooth and fully erect, a drop of pre-cum beading at its pulsing head.

ATTACHMENT: 1 VIDEO FILE His thumb hovers. Then he taps it. Laughter from men echoed in the study room. In the grainy video.. The screen flickers before stabilizing. The image is raw, handheld. No music. No edits. Just horror. REBECCA HAWKE. Tied to a rusted bed frame, naked, bruised, thick, rough rope slicing into her limbs. She’s not screaming. No. It’s worse— She’s quiet. Blood drips from her mouth. Her face was swollen. Her body battered and exposed.

It's not like I'm exceptionally good it's just that dude was distracted all day, thinking about that bitch Ann and how to make her happy. Yes, I called her a bitch. Because how could a normal girl make me fight so hard with my own thoughts just to stop myself from devouring her in my imagination? She is a fucking bitch. I hate how she made me feel. I hate that she was so sexy… Bitch! Bitch!! Bitch!!! I just hoped she wouldn't become a problem between Mike and me. I was thinking about the devil incarnate bitch, and then she arrived. She was wearing a fishnet top with an overly mini skirt and just a bra top for crying out loud, just a bra top, nothing underneath and her nipple was pointing at