Jean Bruce Scott Nude Novels & Stories

After changing my clothes and putting on makeup, the bodyguard led me to an underground garage where a silver Bentley was parked. The car's windows wound down as we approached, and I was shocked to the core when I saw the scene before me. A naked woman crouched between Bruce's legs, sucking him off. And for Bruce, except for his opened pants, he dressed meticulously neat and tidy. He gave me an indifferent look when he caught sight of me, then slapped the woman's ass and said, "Get lost." The woman shot him an indignant look and reached out to pick up her dress, but Bruce ordered, "Get out and dress outside."

Even Sophie didn't seem to be able to look straight. As she removed her clothes, every slight shift of the fabric was like a trigger to her body, and sweetness couldn't help but wash over her body. Her nipples stood very erect. Her pussy filled to the brim with wetness like an ocean waiting for even a little trigger. She suddenly pressed a button, and the edge metals that tied Scott to the chair suddenly pulled out and turned around, making Scott's front face up.

When I spot him, I nearly cry out like a teenager that just set her eyes on Keanu Reeves with a body of Dwayne Johnson. A few meters away, there's a black pickup truck, it's wheels slightly sinking in the sandy beach and it's front is facing me. Right on top of it is Scott, standing upright like he just conquered the world. His black shirt is unbottoned, the wind is blowing over it and his dark brown hair looks marvelous as it sways along to the wind. His well toned torso makes me bite my lower lip so hard that it hurts. I wonder how it would feel to touch him. Not touching him normally, but touching him in a... different kind of manner. His abs! His abs! His–

Scott smirked in victory. Slowly raising my hand I removed my t-shirt and then my jeans exposing my ungroomed body. My cheeks darkened with humiliation as everyone watched my naked body. I was standing just in a bra and panties. Scott leaned against his chair, looking comfortable. “Shall we start, Miss Davidson?” I nodded and walked over to the bed. “Daniel…” Scott called out to someone and a man appeared next to me in just a pair of boxers. My eyes went round when the realization hit me hard in my chest. “I’m not going to shoot with him!” I hissed out and panic struck me when he stepped closer to me.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

Jojo pleaded pulling and swinging his arm. “ Alright... Alright I will come ” “ Thank you... Jeez you're really muscular... ” Jojo said wriggling her hands she used in pulling him as she got of the bed “ I'll be waiting for you ” She said and left. This girl ! Scott smiled. She was really a sweet girl as Chris had told him in the jet. He didn't know about Jessica. Scott got off the bed and entered into to the bathroom to freshen up. As soon as he was done bathing and drying his body. He wore a sleeveless green coloured top and black shorts which was at the length of his knees.

Although the room was dim, she could still make out the man's features. "Mr.scott," she called as she staggered toward the man. Just like Jules, Hero, Susan and Mason were also sexually aroused since all of their drink was laced with aphrodisiac. "Mr. Scott, I've always like you, you know. it would be nice if you reciprocate my feelings," she blurted out, taking off her dress, until she was standing stalk naked before him. As he was extremely aroused, he immediate pounced on her, taking his clothes off, whilst Susan helped him.

I walk to the balcony, my eyes fixing on the bug, white jacuzzi outside. "Take your clothes off" Scott says behind me and I feel my body shiver from his words. Maybe he didn't mean it to sound sexual but what it did to me was definitely sexual. "Don't you think we'd be looked for?" I question as I pull my sweatshirt over my head, then go to remove the other material on my body. Scott also discards his clothes. "I don't give a fuck" he says and then walks to me, cupping my naked body in his arms after he'd locked the door, and I giggled, my arms going round his shoulder.

He wondered how many men there must have had their way with her, and here she was offering him her body again. "Didn't you sleep with a slut like Samantha too?" His subconscious yelled at him. "Are you up for it?" The lady asked, winking and biting her lips seductively. "No," Scott said immediately, and she seemed shocked because of the expression on her face. She pouted her lips like a baby and walked over to where he was. She sat beside him and touched his face. "Take a look at me and tell me no again," she said. Scott took a good look at her. She was putting on a g-string pant alone alongside a bra made of the net that revealed her nipples. She put on black boots and a black jacket, but s

Scott revealed, his voice tinged with a blend of vulnerability and hope. "Really?" "Yeah," Scott disappeared momentarily into a corner of his office, only to return cradling a canvas in his arms. As he carefully unveiled the painting before me, my breath caught in my throat. There, captured on the canvas, was me. I was reclined in a state of undress as every part of my alabaster skin glowed. My eyes were half-closed in ecstasy as my lips parted in a silent sigh of pleasure and my cheeks flushed with the heat of desire.