Jon Kung Nude Novels & Stories

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

Kimberly muttered something about vomiting under her breath, while I gawked at Jude, silently wondering how deep his insanity truly ran. “Okay.” He stood to his feet and ripped his t-shirt off. Ink cascaded down hard bands of muscle, coating damn near every inch of his skin. The only open space was right above his heart, a blank canvas itching to be filled. I was just drunk enough to not look away when his pants hit the ground. Ho-ly fuck. Jude, naked as the day he was born, stretched his arms high above his head. His eyes flicked down to my face, then lower to my open mouth. Heat seared my cheeks as I clicked it shut, but it was too late. He’d already noticed.

“Jon , I don’t want any foreplay. I just want this beautiful cock inside me. And you don’t need to be gentle!” Her words inflame your passions and you struggle frantically to free yourself from those infernal pants. Your shoes are still stuck but you manage to pull your feet out of them, finally kicking the tangled mess aside. Remembering that a naked man in socks is not a good look, you tug them off too, while Karen settles back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Then you throw yourself on top of her, your stiff prick sandwiched between your body and her bald mound.

“I must have trouble you a lot with my matters” “That’s not true Miss Nene, I am glad that I can help you in any way” Jung Kook bowed politely. Now that Rina takes a closer look, Jung Kook sure looked handsome. He is a Korean man with muscle mass on his body. He’s very fit, as expected of a bodyguard body. Sometimes she found herself ogle at his bicep when he undressed his outer layer, his sweat made his biceps visible for the naked eyes to see.

Yes, he might be a little too horny but he's definitely not a pervert. His whole body stiffened, including his groin - a reaction that he totally did not expect. He had seen plenty of naked women, on the internet, in magazines, in real life - none of them made him feel what he was now feeling. K wasn't even completely naked yet. And though he could see her complete shape and form underneath the remaining clothes that was left of her, seeing her that bare somehow felt... different. He started to feel that it was actually him that was vulnerable.

He opened the door wide and gave her the way "Get in," She walked in and he closed the door, they went to the couch and sat there across from each other. "Sorry I thought Kunal is back, he just left here a few seconds ago." He apologized to her. Jenny waved her hand "It's okay," then she saw him, he was in his trouser, his upper masculine body was naked like RK. She diverted her visions from his face to his chest and started looking at his bare chest. Aadil felt uncomfortable by her stare, his adam apple twitched up and down "What are you staring at?!"

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

My fingers twitch, wishing to run along the tattoo, and in my fucked-up mind, I imagine tugging his shirt down a bit to get a good view of the mark. A skinny model kneels before him in nothing but a pair of lingerie, the strap of her thong is shamelessly lost in her butt crack, and her body hunches over as she blows the faceless man. Another has him completely naked this time, as he bangs a thick ebony slut in a ‘69’ position. “Oh…” I stagger before I can hold myself together.

“Mr. Kane… we should at least start with your vitals—” “Shut the fuck up and get on this cock,” he growled, yanking the sheet off. His massive nine-inch dick stood straight up, thick, veiny, and already leaking precum from the fat head. “You’re not my nurse anymore. You’re my cumdump. Now strip and ride me reverse cowgirl. I want to watch that fat ass bounce.” My hands trembled as I unbuttoned my uniform. The top popped open, letting my enormous J-cup tits spill out heavily, nipples already rock-hard.