Gary Gross Nude Novels & Stories

asked Garry while speeding up his fingers as he started to circle the small tip faster. "Uh-huh..." Rosalina nodded, admitting the truth even if it embarrassed her to do so. Garry beamed with satisfaction as he retracted his hand and grabbed the edge of the slit, pulling the fabric roughly apart to reveal the snowy white flesh adorned by voluptuous breasts. With beads of sweat that were glistening under the effulgence of the moon, it made the sight of a half-naked Rosalina lechery to Garry's eyes.

I don't know, he looked even more different. Who would have thought that this cute baby with chubby cheeks would become a famous ice hockey player who is everyone's idol, right? That's what I mean. "Eww, you can't look at that one." Grayson suddenly snatched the photo album I was holding. But he was too slow because I had already taken the photo he was referring to. I looked at it and it made my eyes pop. It was a photo of him naked in the bathtub with his hair... gone. He was bald!

She turned her body away from Donny slightly to keep him from seeing any pics he shouldn’t from her private folder collection. She finally came across a shot that might work, one she took of Grayson half- dressed after work in her bed one night. He wasn’t wearing anything but his half unbuttoned white shirt and tie. Amber cropped his naked bottom half out of the photo and shared it to Donny’s watch. He looked over the image, “Yeah this outta work out nicely. Lots of blood and pale skin I’m assuming.” “Yes. Like he was shot in the chest or something?”

This was no big deal. “I’m sorry. I was actually supposed to do kind of like a nude drawing, but I know asking you to stand naked in front of me for hours might make you uncomfortable so I’ll be cool if you were just shirtless.” I blinked once. Then twice, feeling my cheeks warm up. He originally wanted a nude pose. There was a guy who initially agreed to be sketched naked by Gary. I wonder who that guy was and if I could borrow his confidence for a couple of hours.

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.

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

“You were listening to me, weren’t you? Stroking this big cock while I moaned. You want me so badly, Gray. Just admit it.” I started pulling off what little I was wearing the thin robe I’d thrown on after sex. It slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. I stood there completely naked in front of him, my creamy chocolate skin glowing in the moonlight, my full breasts heaving, my pussy still wet and swollen from Ethan. I pressed my body against his again, letting him feel my hard nipples against his chest. Gray’s hands landed on my waist, gripping me tightly. For a second, I thought he was going to give in. His fingers dug into my skin. His cock throbbed in my hand. His breathing was ragg

Erick Bush’s bodyguard walked into the box. He saw Erick and Layla on the sofa, both naked, post-coitus, and though he did not approve of his boss’s behavior, he did not comment on it. He lowered his head and quickly turned away so as not to shame the poor girl further.

Grayson woke up on the cold, hard floor of his living room, his body aching and a strange soreness in his groin. His gaze fell to the floor, where traces of his semen were littered around. "Lisa!" he roared, clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. Just as he pushed himself to his feet, the door opened, and Beta Luke stepped inside, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of Grayson, disheveled and naked.