Grant Gustin Nudes Novels & Stories

The camera was on, his face professional, but beneath the desk his cock strained against his sweatpants. The door creaked open softly. Nagur slipped in, still sleepy-eyed from an earlier subspace session, wearing nothing but the delicate black lace lingerie Cassian had personally picked out for him that morning. The sheer fabric clung to his skin, the intricate patterns framing his nipples and barely covering his half-hard cock, the back of the panties cut high to expose the base of the massive plug still lodged in his ass. A faint trail of dried cum from the morning’s face-fucking still clung to his collarbone. Nagur moved with that dreamy, subspace-tinged grace, padding barefoot across the

All smoking expensive cigars held by ringed fingers. They were staring at her anywhere she went. Arnault flaunted her around deliberately. He mashed her breasts publicly. He fondled her mound openly. Gillian was feeling strange all night. She did not squirm with embarrassment. She did not fight his lewd groping. She just stood there like a robot. "Moan for me, bitch!" Arnault commanded to her while nuzzling her neck. "Say you love it!" She moaned aloud immediately. "I love it, I love it!" she verbalized repeatedly.

Grace was stunned to the bone at his casual behavior. They both stood in silence as he gently massaged her scalp with his long fingers. Grace was flustered and embarrassed because she was stark naked in comparison to the man who was still in his trousers and was helping her bathe. His touch was gentle and soothing. Her eyes closed on their own as he gathered all her locks in his palms and washed her hair.

“Slowly. Just like when you start your videos.” She didn’t argue. Her hands shook a little as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her small perky tits bounced free—perfect pink nipples already hard. Then she slid her shorts and panties down together. Her smooth, shaved pussy came into view, already glistening. She stood there completely naked, tiny body on full display for him. “Fuck… you’re even smaller in real life,” he groaned. “Now do what you do in your videos. Show Daddy how you play with yourself.”

She closes her eyes and lets out a groan to begin speaking, “What’s wrong? Why do I feel like they are holding my breasts, and what is this on my butt? “ Gina was dressed in a light blue dress, it was a miniskirt, and it was quite low-cut. He had a small leather jacket that covered his shoulders and arms. Moving her hair gently, she pulled her skirt a little to not show it too much. At the same time, she opened her eyes. She said, “It feels like a cock, but there is nothing” Gina threw a small slap in the air, saying, “I don’t feel anything, just the bulge between my buttocks and the hands that squeeze my breasts ”Releasing another moan as she closes her eyes and stretches her back. Then tak

Anita returned home with a gloomy face. Stacie’s words had hit her deep down. She had opened the door and found Gracie seated on the couch. Anita had flung her bag on the bed and threw her body on it not saying a word to Gracie. Gracie who noticed her strange behavior dropped the phone she held and went to the bed. “Is everything alright?” She asked as she removed the hair that had covered her face so she could look at her face properly.

Not that it was much of an underwear, Madam Lucille made it a rule for her girls to all wear g-strings and sheer lacy see-through bras that did nothing to hide her creamy porcelain moulds. “The sheerness drives the men crazy,” Madam Lucille had once told her when she had just joined the escort agency as a newbie many years ago. “It gives them something to visualize before they see you in the state of undress, it’s like an icing on a cake. And you, my dear Leanne, are the cake that they want to devour.” “Turn around.” Logan’s icy tone pulled Leanne out of her thoughts and she did as he commanded. She made a slow turn, wishing to be at home right now and in her bed, perhaps munching on her Nac

“Look at you—such a filthy little slut, coming so hard just from the thought of being gagged by my cock. You’re literally shaking.” Gavin was a beautiful wreck beneath me. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, chest heaving in short, desperate bursts, cheeks flushed a deep, humiliated red. The dark wet patch on the front of his jeans spread wider with every aftershock, the sharp, musky scent of his release filling the small space between our bodies. His cock—still half-hard, slick with his own cum—twitched against his stomach every time he breathed. “No,” he whispered, voice cracked and defiant.

“What’s the point of playing the loving husband, Noah? Back then, I took Gladys and our kids to Glacena. I stepped aside so Gianna could take my place and be your wife. “Then, you tracked us down and said you wanted to start things over. Is this your way of starting over, by keeping her as your mistress in secret? “Trust me when I say that I don’t mind the fact that you have a mistress. “It just can't be Gianna.” … Gwynn went ahead and put all the cards on the table. Frowning, he leaned forward a little and rested his elbows on his knees. Clasping his fingers, he looked downright elegant and dashing. He raised his eyes and stared at her. Then, he said in a husky voice, “I didn’t sleep with h

"As you command, oh mighty leader." A shiver of fear or anticipation, possibly both, went up her spine as Jaxon, with a smirk, began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a smooth, cocoa-colored chest. Lean muscles made his stomach taut and tapered down to lean hips. When she would have looked away as his hands went to his pants, Gavin, who'd come up behind her, tilted her head back. "You need to watch. Within our community, nudity is not considered taboo, not given our need to let our beasts out to run. It's something you need to get used to."