Grant Gustin Nudes Novels & Stories

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

As my eyes scan the contents of the chat, I finally realize what I am looking at. You’ve got to be shitting me! It’s a private group for fans of “my slut of a wife,” which is a role I am starring in without knowing. Every single GIF in the chat is of me naked, and there are even some videos of Gustaf spanking me in our bed—I had no idea he filmed us having sex! So this is what he has been hiding from me and why he never lets me look at his phone even to check the time! My cheeks grow hot as I continue reading, my blood boiling.

Like four towns away, though. Mister Gustave is good with his hands, he has pulled me to saddle him, and the bulge in his pants literally presses against my clitoris. “Hmmm,” I bite my lips to keep my moans mute, but it barely works for me. The last thing I want is for my boss to think I'm a freaking slut. With a swift movement of his fingers, he frees my huge tits from my dress and bra, and they fall right in his hungry eyes. “Jesus Christ,” he runs his hands over them.

As if in a trance, he opened up one of the videos that Tristan had sent, and a nude couple immediately appeared on his screen. The woman's legs were straddling the man's hips as he thrusted aggressively. The large bed was squeaking loudly under their movements. Groans, moans, and loud panting constantly erupted from their mouths, along with an obscene set of sounds from the expanse of skin on skin. Grayson's blood was pumping quickly through his veins, and his cheeks were a bright, ruddy red. Again, he turned the video off after just a few seconds. He picked up his mug and finished his coffee in one gulp.

Gatlin and Adair don’t know when or how they started kissing and comes to bed from the sofa, and did what they are doing for all this week. Gatlin and Adair both laying on bed having some heavy breath like they had done something like exercise with lots of energy. Gatlin saw Adair’s body, it’s no doubt Adair’s naked body can give nose bleed to not only girls but also boys. His abs are strong and hard with wheat colour skin which is shining like gold because of sweat, and the way he is taking the heavy breaths is way too sexy for anyone to handle their heart and Gatlin is no exceptional.

“Alright, Mr. Beast, but can we not do it here? What if there are people who wish to use the restroom?” “That's not a problem. They can always use the next. I know this is not the only restroom here, so,” he suddenly stripped me off my pants. I gasped as I became completely naked in front of him. “Worry not, I just want to have a taste of your sweet pussy. I missed the taste, and I can't wait to have a fill of your sweet juice.” “Turstin, why do you always like talking dirty?” “Why? Does it affect you?”

There were countless obscene images—every woman in them wearing my face. What I couldn't accept was that among them was footage from the day I was beaten and stripped. Even more revolting was the caption beneath it: [A devoted fiancé waits faithfully for years at home, only to be rewarded with a worn‑out slut.] I immediately had PR intervene, but the internet spreads like wildfire. Some traces couldn't be erased. I ordered an investigation, and it didn't take long to trace the IP address straight to the Huxley Group's office building.

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

"Susan, do you think you can distract four rich businessmen while I have a word with Mrs. T?" "Yes, sir!" she imitates Brad and even gives me a mock salute. "What about the other bodyguard?" she asks. "I'll take care of Justin." I look at the two of them, switch off the transmitter, and then nod to Susan. "Ready, set, go!" I push the door open and Brad is across the room in an instant. Nicole is completely naked, sprawled across the lap of the overly anxious businessman. He's sucking on her right nipple as she drags her finger between her pussy lips and offers it to one of the other guys. He hungrily sucks on her finger as she scoops out some more juice with her other hand and offers it to a

Justin's gaze locked with mine, and I knew that he wanted to fuck me too. I am going to agree on anything Justin wants and anything my horny and neglected pussy needs. I was pulled over, and my body lay on a gym mat. Fuck, this was happening. Soon, they began to undress, shedding their clothes and dropping them on the gym floor. My eyes followed Justin's movement as he pulled down his shorts, exposing his very large and thick cock. His dick was beautiful; it appeared to be 12 inches with a Prince Albert frenum piercing. Holy fuck.