Freddie Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

God, it’s been too long since something actually felt light. “What was that bitch’s name again?” he asked between chuckles. “Miss Simmons,” I replied, shaking my head. “She literally said swimmers were all going to hell because it’s a game that shows half… nudity.” I trailed off, smirking at the memory. Richard laughed so hard his shoulders shook. “Yeah… isn’t that crazy?” “Most certainly it is,” I replied, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror. He leaned back, grin wide. “So happy I could finally make you smile.”

Simon didn't let the man speak before grabbing the collar of his shirt, not having a care in the world about the consequences. "Don't ever speak about her in that manner. She doesn't have a fucking disorder!" Simon seethed, and when he realized what he had done, he shook a step back, hands raking through his jet black hair as he opened the door to the driver seat, not bothering to take a final glance at his lawyer before zooming off. All of this was Zoey's fault. If she hadn't sent him a fucking picture of her pussy that was barely even covered in the scrap of material called an underwear, Simpson would never have seen it.

A moan slips out as my need intensifies. "Can you finger me?" I whispered, loud enough to be heard by the gang. Freddie, who loved seeing me in desperation smirks. "Nobody here wants to take advantage of you. We are good men," he said, staring at me without breaking contact. "Just do it, please. Satisfy my needs," I found herself begging for a release.

She let out a breathless moan. I stripped out of my clothes in a rush until I was completely naked. My cock already hard and dripping between my legs. Sophie watched me with eager eyes. “I’m going to pound you until you can’t walk straight,” I told her, climbing onto the bed and spreading her thighs. “You’re going to feel me for days.” “Yes,” she breathed, already reaching for me. “Fuck me, Fred. Don’t hold back. I want all of it.” I pushed the thin fabric of her lingerie aside and found she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A chuckle left my throat. “No panties. Good girl.”

Simone reached down, pinched Fanny’s nipples hard, twisting until she arched and came—shuddering, gushing against Tony’s lips. Simone slid off, grabbed a condom from her purse, rolled it onto Tony with expert fingers. “Fuck your wife while I watch.” Tony slammed into Fanny—hard, deep, possessive. She clawed his shoulders, legs wrapped around him, begging for more. Simone knelt behind him, nails raking down his back, then reached around to rub Fanny’s clit in furious circles while Tony pounded. “Come for him,” Simone ordered. “Come on his cock while I play with your little clit.”

The ground slips away. No. It’s not possible. He can’t have done this. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. — No, I whisper, it’s a misunderstanding… I… I’m pregnant… Commander Arlès does not smile. — Your latest exams show otherwise. You have simulated. And you have deliberately ingested massive doses of Misoprostol, without medical supervision. Which constitutes a deliberate act, endangering yourself. And in this context, a criminal act, since you claimed to be pregnant. You will understand that there will be an investigation.

Muna's POV Fredrick and I lay naked, facing each other. There was a permanent grin on his face that reflected mine. We were just so lost and carried away by our desires that we went all the way. It was the most spontaneous decision I had ever made, and I didn't think I was going to regret it. "How did I do?" He asked out of no where, and I giggled. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Especially for a first timer. It almost seemed like you had some lessons."

He chuckled, placing his hand under my jaw. I gasped when Blue tightened his hold around my neck, pounding in so fast I saw stars. Screams of pleasure erupted from deep within me as I creamed, just from having my arse simulated. I felt ashamed of myself. Moaning like a whore even when I was being treated roughly. “Aren't you such a slut?” Fred used his fingers to gather my cream, raising it, so I could see it. His fingers glistened as he brought them closer to his face and sucked his fingers into his mouth.

Simon closes the door and looks at the scene. - What the hell did you do, Carter? - Nothing. I mean, she was making it difficult. She said I could see, but I couldn't touch. The whore was rubbing herself against me, and I-I,,, Simon looks him up and down. - And you what? - I squeezed her neck to make her complete the job. She's a whore. I was horny. I had to relieve myself. - Are you more relieved now? – Simon asks coldly, making the senator's bodyguards look at the two. – you're an idiot.

They would bother anyone so I didn't hide that I felt less calm. "It's not unexpected for that to make you nervous," Simbir said. "One of the reasons I'm here is to help you get past those nerves. Why don't we get closer, you can inhale my scent and we can have a cuddle, let you get nice and ready and more used to just giving yourself to a Frentin." I blinked, my eyes going wide at his words. He'd just offered to screw me to help me get used to being screwed like that was normal. Inside I felt terrified. Maybe this wasn't what Icaan had said it would be.