Gemma Boop Nude Novels & Stories

It was Amani. “What’s this?” I showed Gerald the screen. When he looked at me with a confused expression, I added, “She’s asking if you liked the photo she sent you. What photo?” “I have no idea what she’s talking about.” “Really?” I pursed my lips, opening the email app. My jaw dropped seconds later. I gagged, seeing Amani fully naked in the picture. I turned off the screen quickly. “She sent you a nude photo!” “What!” Gerald exclaimed.

I figured she wanted to see mine, because I saw her peaked breasts through the sweat-damp white shirt she wore. My gaze lingered on that just a moment too long. Gemma huffed and dropped her hands, pushing past me to sit on the edge of the tub and dip her hand in it. She made a noise that suggested the water wasn't perfect but it would do. I turned, surprised and delighted to see her facing me with her legs completely spread. "If you want to see my tits so bad…" She lifted her arms. "Then you might as well actually see them." Her voice turned sultry, which made my heart start to pound. "You can even kiss them… or lick them… or even pull them a little…"

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Fucking, it seemed, was good for him. Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and someone stepped inside. Simon turned to look. It was Gemma, and much like Simon, she was wearing nothing but a towel. It was wrapped around her body, tucked in tight just above the huge swell of her tits, and it fell to just below her ass -- showing off an extremely shapely pair of legs.