Fran Gerard Nude Novels & Stories

When I woke up, it was already dark, and I had to leave my room to go see what was happening because it was unusual for the mansion to be this quiet. I checked on Gérard if he was still around. I went to his room and noticed the door was a little opened, popping my head into my room. I saw the most startling moment of my life, and to this day, I can never forget it. Gerard was lying on the bed, naked and touching his adulthood, I suppose. He wrapped his hand around his adulthood, moving it up and down as he groaned. His body was quite sweaty, his abs were so toned, his long hair was white as snow, and his lips were red and he was quite tall.

Turning me to face him, his knees sank into the cushion, moving apart my legs, his hard rigid cock pushing in between my legs. "We can't—" I protested, and from the dark, I heard a feminine gasp, one of pleasure, then a moan, as Gérard did something to Camille that sounded positively sinful. "We can," Liam whispered, settling on top of me, his shirt brushing against my hardened nipples underneath my dress, his thighs heavy against mine. And then I was undressing, I sit up and unzip my dress and pulled down my underwear, leaving me naked with just my dress crumpled against my stomach.

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

She just wanted out of the room and away from Gerard but for some reason she couldn’t seem to figure out how to do that. She stood up and crossed one arm over her naked breasts and used the other hand to cup the wispy triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs in a classic pose of feminine shame. When Gerard looked up and saw her he was struck as still as a statue. Her tear-filled eyes were darting frantically around the room, searching for her scattered clothing. He had dragged on his boxers by now and urgently started hunting for her things, hating the trapped and desperate look in her eyes. He eventually found her blouse and handed it to her, but she didn’t move. She looked almost ca

Fran's naked body is beautiful. Delicate hands feet, white smooth skin. Chest well-endowed and pointing up. No traces of hair on private parts. Fair and white skin again. Seeing such a body, my hard cock is towered still. "Fufu... my, prince sure has gotten so big." "When you see a beautiful woman naked like Fran, I'm sure anyone will become the same way." "Is that so?" "You seem to be familiar, but do you have experience?"

Amelie's voice rang out from inside the bathroom, "Maria, are you there? I dropped my towel; could you please come and get it for me?" Caught in an awkward predicament, Gerard found himself in a dilemma. He couldn't reveal his identity, and Maria had already left the house. There was no one else but him to assist Amelie. Bracing himself, Gerard entered the bathroom with his face slightly downturned, creating an illusion of shyness, even though Amelie couldn't distinguish his identity.

Problem solved. I honestly do not understand what Gerard sees in the photographer. She is plain. The only unique thing about her is her eyes. She is shapeless and her red hair sticks out like a sore thumb. Not only that but her skin is too pale. She needs a make out session with the sun. I long make out session. She has soft curves but no definition or muscle.

He froze for a moment and said, “Oh, you’ve met…” ‘I was still a step too late...’ Eric stared at Gerard. “What’s this about stripping?” Gerard came to his senses and laughed. “Oh, right! Mr. Ferguson, you have a great figure too. Why don’t you take off your clothes so that we can scan your body and take a sample? Vice President Nicole, are you also interested? I wonder who will have the opportunity to pick a robot with Mr. Ferguson’s figure…” Nicole stood up and said with a straight face. “I’m not interested.”

Strands of hair flopped down over his eyes, making his morning face even more striking. No. Nope. Not acknowledging that. Not today, Satan. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “Good morning?” My voice rose. “What’s good about waking up naked on your bed?” I paused, lowering my voice. “Tell me we didn’t do anything stupid last night. Let me know if I should be calling the police or a lawyer.” Gerard smiled, the kind of smile that could undo anyone. “It was the most intimate night of my life.” His voice, a little soft.

Slowly, carefully, I peeked over the couch, moving not to make them notice me. My hand flew to my mouth. What am I seeing? The woman, named Francine, is completely naked. The man stood behind her, equally exposed. “Don’t refuse,” he said, his voice thick. “This is the last one, Francine.” Before I could process what was happening, he shoved her forward. She fell face-first onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of her. Like a dirty wild animal. The room filled with her small cries. My entire body went cold.