Georgia Fowler Nude Novels & Stories

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.

Lila rose on trembling legs the moment I spoke her name. The slim redhead with the freckles scattered across her collarbone and the small, high breasts that barely filled a handful. She had been watching Sophia’s interview with wide eyes and parted lips, her fingers still buried between her thighs, circling her clit in slow, unconscious strokes. Now she stood naked in the centre of the studio, her long legs shaking slightly, her pale skin flushed pink from neck to thighs. Her pussy was a neat, trimmed strip of copper hair above smooth, swollen lips already glistening with her own arousal. She looked fragile. Delicate. Like a porcelain doll someone had dared to break.

"I swear it's so fucking good. I swear to fucking God! I've dreamt about it all day and couldn't wait to get here. Oh, fuck." I was in awe. She had to do that on purpose. Gina, she was silly like that. It wasn't alcohol acting. I wouldn't be shocked if in a matter of minutes, she butt-dialed me. What the actual fuck, though? I was still in the phase of recovery from that awkward voice note when a couple of pictures were sent and I wished I'd gotten a little warning not to view it. Gina sent me nudes. Her fucking nudes. Her nipples were hard like she'd just finished playing with them. The last time I saw her was yesterday, but this bitch had gotten freaky overnight, and I felt like if I saw h

Phones flew up, recording the scandalous scene. Vanessa shoved Gideon flat onto his back, arched her spine dramatically like a pornstar, and rode him even harder — proper, shameless, exhibitionist cowgirl. Her sapphire dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her full tits bouncing heavily inside the plunging neckline with every powerful slam downward. Her round ass rippled and clapped loudly against his thighs as she took his cock to the hilt again and again, creamy juices dripping down his balls.

A washer entered its final spin cycle with a whining crescendo. Nichole’s mind, hazy with pleasure, was now a storm of icy mortification and a bizarre, defiant heat. This was Mrs. Gable. She would tell the entire building. The entire block. But beneath the shame, a raw, uncensored part of her thrilled at being seen like this, claimed by Odell, finally his in the most undeniable way possible.

"I told you I needed to cum two or three times before I can get my dick to go down enough to get my pants over it." Fiona stood and started taking off her pants. "Are you telling me, brother, that you have to cum two or three times before that monster cock gets soft?" "Yeah, at least two, sometimes three or more." "Get undressed." "What?" Fiona pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her jeans. "Get fucking naked, Gio. I'm gonna fucking ride that cock and take away your virginity problem. But first..." She reached down into her jeans and pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of her brother in his polo shirt with that gigantic cock showing.

As they kissed, he raised her hand to his mouth. Mom was revealing her petite, firm breasts and nipples in a delicate halter top. White shorts, which were both snug and short, exposed her delicate behind like it was naked, revealing a mid-drift that reached down to her hips. Her love of exercise and running was evident from her tanned legs and ample muscles. It seemed to me that Cartwright would really like spending time with Mom. The timing, however, has been off thus far. Still, there's plenty of summer left, so we'll take things as they come. Georgia and Philip entered; she was hot as heck, and they both appeared to be in good health. Philip wore that expression of complete ejaculation. I

I pushed open the door to Jeffery’s dressing room… and froze. There he was — on his knees, face buried between my cousin’s thighs. Georgia’s dress was hiked up, her moans filling the room as she gripped his hair. My supposed husband was eating my cousin’s pussy like it was his last meal. The world stopped. My bouquet slipped from my fingers. “Jeffery…?” They both jumped. Georgia’s eyes went wide with shock. Jeffery’s face went pale. “Riley — baby, wait! It’s not —”

Fuck, Fiona is here, in Los Angeles, she must be tired, a five hour flight from Rhode Island. ____ I let the water run over me one last time, about to put it off, when Fiona struts in, naked. I gulp, looking at her, every parts of her, divine, golden. "Stay still." She says, and falls to her knee, my cock shooting out, saluting her. "God, your cock makes me want to have a baby." She groans, and before I can speak, she takes me in, all of me, in one gulp.