Jakara Mitchell Nude Novels & Stories

"Mm, I don't think I could try anything else tonight." She kissed the back of my head. "Not for tonight. Wait here." Mitch climbed out of bed and walked out into our living room. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could watch her impressive figure move. She came back into our bedroom carrying her laptop, climbing under the sheets but sitting up against the headboard. "What are we looking at?" "This." She clicked on a link, which brought up a group of pictures of women wearing, well, something. "Mitch, what is that?"

I heave air as my shaft springs free, vibrating with tension against my stomach. Mitch, kneeling at my feet, plucks at my clothes. "Step out," she says, tugging them away as I do so. I'm naked, Mitch almost so. She remains, kneeling upright, her face level with my groin as she gazes up at me. From my angle above her, I see down the open neck of the shirt to the valley of her breasts; the slight quiver of soft flesh She holds my eyes, then dropping them once more, leans in to kiss the head of my cock.

Hips undulating and her body weaving with the slow, sensual music, she strokes herself, caresses herself. I want to get between her thighs and bury myself in her. In the background, Frank mutters. "Fuck me...." Mitch slips hands behind her neck, raising her hair, then sits, backing up beside me, offering me the clasp of the halter. I unfasten it and the halter falls, exposing a slender waist and smooth, sculpted shoulders. The only break in the perfect skin is a small tattoo of a butterfly behind one shoulder. I pause, a hand resting at the top of either arm.

The surprise, causes satisfaction in Adhara, who gets dangerously close to the retreating man, but, not fast enough. Adhara, with a slight movement, pushes him and he falls sitting on the bed, with his underwear still in his bag. She, knowing she couldn't give in, climbs up his legs, straddling him, not at all ashamed to be naked. “So, my dear alpha, don't I measure up to you? Don't I have a good body?” “You h-have...” whispers Jareth and seeing that he has stuttered, clears his throat “you look good. But...”

The digital clock on the desk read 12:00 AM, but Arka had no intention of closing his eyes. He sat leaning against the upholstered headboard, shirtless, letting the dim light from the desk lamp highlight the rugged contours of his hard chest muscles and the sharp, uncompromising line of his jaw. Outside, Jakarta was quiet, but inside the master bedroom, the air suddenly grew heavy and thick as the bathroom door swung open and Bima stepped out with a smile capable of shattering Arka’s carefully constructed defenses in an instant.

Some of them had been huge blockbuster action movies. Within the search results were more YouTube links. A couple of them stuck out to him. They proclaimed, "Shasta Pyke nude scenes." Blake breathed out forcefully and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to go there? Cautiously, he clicked the first link. There was a close-up of Shasta from the waist up, her perfect round breasts filling the screen. Her scene partners, two men, were completely dressed. The on-screen conversation lasted a good five minutes and the editing kept coming back to her tits from every angle and distance.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

“There are three of you.” Jake walked over and took my hand. He pulled me gently into the middle of the living room. “Strip her,” he told his friends. Mark and Tyler moved fast. Hands grabbed my top and pulled it over my head. Cool air hit my bare breasts. Tyler knelt and slid my skirt down my legs along with my panties. I stood completely naked in front of them, trying to cover myself with my hands. “Look at that perfect body,” Mark said, whistling softly. “Jake wasn’t lying.”

“Strip. All of you. Show me those greedy little cunts.” The girls didn’t hesitate. Tops came off, shorts dropped to the floor. Three naked, horny bodies stood in front of him — Emma’s curvy figure with big tits and fat ass, Mia’s tight petite body with perky nipples, Zoe’s athletic frame with long legs and a smooth shaved pussy. Emma dropped to her knees first, yanking Jax’s pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, veined and already leaking pre-cum. “Jesus, look at this monster,” she moaned, wrapping both hands around it. “Girls, we hit the jackpot tonight.”

“It’s the hunger… I’m probably hallucinating.” I forced myself back onto my feet, legs shaking, and walked toward the master bedroom like a woman in a nightmare. The door was wide open. The scene hit me like a slap. I froze. Mitch was lying on his back in the middle of our bed, completely naked, his muscular body glistening with sweat. His thick, veiny cock was buried deep inside one girl who was riding him reverse-cowgirl style—her round, firm ass bouncing frantically up and down. She had smooth dark skin, a tiny waist, and her moans were loud and broken.