Novel & Cerita Jake Andrich Nude

There I was arched back on the dock, tits thrust up, wet hair plastered to my neck. Another one, me climbing out of the water, thighs flexing, bikini wedged up between my ass cheeks. “You like these ones best? The ones where you can almost see everything?” Jake’s hand moved under the blanket again, slow and deliberate this time. “Yeah. We do.” I looked straight at him. “Show me.” He froze for a second, eyes searching my face like he was waiting for the punchline. When I didn’t laugh or back down, he swallowed hard and tugged the blanket aside.

"You're totally not a fag. You're just a straight guy who gets a hard-on when another dude tells him what to do." Braden swallowed hard. He didn't say anything. "Take off the pants," Jake ordered. Braden looked around the empty stadium. Then he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down. He stepped out of them. He stood on the 50-yard line completely naked, his big cock sticking straight out, leaking precum. "Turn around and bend over," Jake said. Braden turned around. He bent at the waist, resting his big hands on his knees. His thick, muscular ass was thrust out in the air. Jake looked at it. It was a perfect jock ass. Hard and round.

"You taste even better than I imagined." Laura's chest heaved. She felt embarrassed, guilty, but so turned on. "We have to stop. Your father could walk in at any second." Instead of answering, Jake stood up and pulled off his shirt. His body was young and strong, muscles tight. He pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang out, thick, long, and rock hard. Laura's eyes widened. It was bigger than her husband's. "Jake..." she whispered, but her legs stayed open.

As much as I wanted to close my eyes, they couldn't stop looking. "Jake, that's --a horrible idea. What if someone finds you in this state?" I couldn't form proper sentences due to Jake's activities. "No one is gonna see me like this because this is private property. Which means, no trespassers allowed." He concluded while taking off his pants. He was left in only a pair of noir boxers. His strong thighs were in my vicinity and I couldn't contain my hungry eyes from devouring them. His physique was a marvel-- from his chest which was a terrain of abs to his back which was ridged with muscles. My fingers itched to caress his chest.

Nathan whispered in her ear. “Fuck you, man. You’d cum early too if you were on this end. Fuck,” Jake said as he closed his eyes and began to thrust in her. “Oh,” she cried out. He grabbed one of Jackie’s breasts as he drew out of her and whacked his meat until he came. “Ah. Whoa!” Jake exclaimed as he slowly swam away from them. Nathan stopped pumping and said, “Jake got me curious. Turn around, baby.” He drew his penis out of her.

My eyes snapped open instantaneously, I quickly threw the pillow aside, sitting up on the bed abruptly and then tilting my head to the side to see Jake sitting crosslegged on an upholstery close to the room window. He was dressed in a deep blue long-sleeved shirt, bloused over a black pair of trousers and black suede bucks with a pair of black socks. His shoulder-length hair was neatly combed backwards and held in a man bun with little short strands of hair falling on his edges.Jake is such a handsome man, a picturesque sight to behold and I wondered why he was living such lifestyle in secrecy. I became aware of my nakedness, staring down at my body to see my exposed breasts. I drew the shee

Hiding here, watching my wife with these men. Mike tugged her panties down. Over her hips. Down her thighs. She stepped out. Bare now. Pussy shaved smooth. Lips puffy. A little wet already. He spread her legs wider. Fingers traced her slit. Dipped in shallow. Nina broke the kiss. Gasped. "Oh yeah," she said. Voice breathy. Jake stripped his shirt off. Muscles flexed. He unbuckled his belt. Pants dropped. Boxers next. His cock sprang out.

She stood up on the cold hardwood floor, her knees trembling slightly as she looked down at the bed. Jake lay flat on his stomach, his massive 6'6" frame taking up the entire width of the mattress. The gray dawn illuminated the long, angry red trenches her nails had carved across the broad muscle of his back, the dried crimson blood dark against his tanned skin. He looked lethal, beautiful, and terrifyingly peaceful—the absolute silhouette of a predator that had thoroughly consumed its prey.

Nathan stirred to the faint hum of traffic outside their apartment windows. For a moment, still half-asleep, he thought nothing of the warmth draped across him..until he realized it wasn’t a blanket. It was heavy, hot, and breathing. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the golden stream of morning sunlight cutting across his room. His room. His bed. And sprawled half on top of him, cheek pressed lazily against his stomach, was Jake. Naked. Completely, shamelessly naked.

A single bead of water traced a slow, sinful path from my collarbone, over the curve of my breast, and down across my smooth, bare mound before disappearing between my thighs. I reached the top of the stairs when the bathroom door at the end of the hall pushed open. Jake stood there, he was just done showering. He was wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. Water glistened on his broad, muscled chest, tracing the defined lines of his abs and disappearing into that tempting V that led straight to the heavy bulge already straining against the thin fabric. His dark hair was wet and tousled, droplets running down the sharp line of his jaw. The moment