Florence Pugh Nude Gif の小説・ストーリー

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Holy fuck. Fox’s mom was on her back in the middle of a big bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent, and she was working a thick, realistic-looking dildo in and out of her pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Her other hand was squeezing one of her tits, and her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, lips parted. She was really into it. For a second I just froze, staring like a total creep. Then reality slammed back in.

The girl said, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She stood up, and she was completely naked. She went to sit on a chair. She spread her legs really wide, then she raised a cucumber, which was big in size. "You see this baby." She said, twirling the cucumber in her hand. "I'm gonna imagine this is your dick, see how big it is." She smiled, then she ran her tongue up and down the cucumber, moaning as she did it. "Oh my God, what's this?" Noah said in shock. He immediately covered his mouth with one hand as he watched the video with wide eyes.

Eagerly, I flip to the second page, but what I find shatters me. It’s Georgia. She’s sitting on a lounge chair by a pool, her bikini top untied, her back to the camera, but she’s looking over her shoulder with a smirk that is anything but "innocent." What the fuck? My fingers tremble as I flip again. Georgia in a wet white oversized dress shirt, transparent and sticking to her skin, her nipples very well visible. Georgia sleeping, her lips parted. Georgia in a bathtub, bubbles barely covering her naked skin, laughing at the lens.

Lucien gulps visibly, his darkening even more than possible. Breathing hard, and my face flushed with rage and something else I don’t want to acknowledge, I attack the remaining shirts. I lift the baggy t-shirt over my head in a single, forceful pull, my full breasts spilling free with no more layers to hide them. Then I zip the cropped hoodie down roughly, my upper body completely nude now. My tits rise and fall rapidly, my nipples are erect from the cool air, or so I tell myself, and my heart pounds like I just ran a marathon.

I could see every sweaty bead on her perky breasts as they bounced. I could see the goosebumps on her skin; I could see the moisture of her vagina coating her perfectly shaven pussy lips, and those puffy, smooth lips spread would grip a thick shaft tightly; I could see her cheeks being spread apart to reveal an asshole, Felicia’s asshole, that would then welcome a long dark penis inside of it.

I can hear her shouting at me from outside as I head into the living room to find Gina on the couch, legs spread, tits out, holding her phone at arm’s reach. “Jesus, Gina,” I scoff with a laugh. “Do you really have to do that here?” “Relax,” she tells me, snapping a pic. “You’ve seen it all before.” “I may work with food,” I reply, slumping down in a chair. “But I’ve had enough with your roast beef.” She puckers her lips and flips me off. “Shut it, bitch. We can’t all be blessed with a pussy that looks like it was painted by Galileo.”

Fiorella pouts and creaks her ear. She looks around and there are lots of women with different kind of exposing dresses, dancing quite erotically with men, Fiorella sighs and shifts her gaze to the right corner of the bar, she sees a girl shamelessly naked, her skirt is raised up and a guy is fûcking her from behind, her mouth is wide open obviously moans are escaping from them, but what shocks Fiorella is when another guy comes and blocks her front, he starts fûcking the girl but it looks like he is using his fingers. "Disgusting," Fiorella frowns and turns away.