Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

Yap, he was right. With heated cheek of both embarrassment and anger, I turned to my toothpaste and brush and began to wash my teeth. When I was done, I wiped my smooched makeup away, loosened my hair and took off my clothes to take a shower. But I suddenly became very pressed and turned to the toilet. “Let me join you?” Jordan suddenly entered. I froze the moment Jordan entered to find me completely naked and sitting on the toilet sit. “No…” I replied sharply and tried to cover my body as much as possible. He grinned and came closer to me, making me want to scream and cry.

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.

“You really think we wouldn’t notice you putting on a show like that?” Before I could answer, another set of hands gripped my hips, Orlando. Jordan’s leaner frame pressed against my side, his fingers threading through my wet hair. “You were teasing us just now,” Jordan murmured, voice still gravelly. “Walking around naked, shaking that ass like you weren’t begging for attention.” I shivered under the water, my cock already hard and twitching against my stomach. “I wasn’t begging,” I lied softly, tilting my head back against Macmillian’s chest.

Straight-passing as hell, always with some girl on his arm, but that didn’t stop the fantasies. I locked the door behind me, yanked my phone out, and pulled up the hidden folder. There he was—shirtless pics I’d screenshotted from Jordan’s I*******m stories over the months. Ethan at the beach, water dripping down his abs. Ethan spotting weights at the gym, veins popping on his biceps. My hand was already shoving down my shorts, wrapping around my throbbing dick as I leaned against the sink.

Just me and this random guy standing on the steps outside the building. He turned to me fully now, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. Up close, he was… striking. Maybe 6’2”, lean but clearly athletic. There was something oddly familiar about his face. He looked a little like Tyler. It wasn't identical, but enough that it made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “I’m Jordan ,” he said offering a hand “ Transfer student. Sorry you had to deal with that asshole"

She slowly slid down and ushered his sloppy, mucus filled rigid cock into her tight asshole. They both gasped in ecstasy as he slowly forced his way into her. She gripped him tightly as he began to move towards the door. The door flung open and Mark could see clearly into the room now. Rita wasn’t at the dining table he left her at, and neither was Jordan. Rita was spread out on the couch totally naked with Jordan circling her clit with his wet tongue, his left hand fondling her double D tits while he had two fingers in her pussy and two in her asshole, his face glistening from all her juices while she frantically tried to grab on to whatever she could, mostly his head which she kept on rubb

I have a nice body as a result of my regular working out, but if Jordan and I were to be sold out on an auction, ladies and gents would spread dollars at his feet, ignoring my existence. When we’re locked up in this cell, Jordan dominates this room with his shirtless form while I remain clothed from my shoulders to my feet. But right now, standing in my nudity, I feel a sense of triumph as Jordan studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from my head to my toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.

It wаѕ fіttеd wіthіn аn іnсh of his lіfе ѕhоwіng every ѕіnglе muѕсlе, аnd the zip wаѕ hаlfwау dоwn his сhеѕt revealing hіѕ naked tоrѕо. Hе hаd certainly bееn mаіntаіnіng that physique, I’m ѕurе Cоrіnnе аnd Mісhа would agree. Eventually hе rеturnеd thе іPаd to his ѕmіlіng fасе. “Now lаdіеѕ, nо more drооlіng, іt isn’t аttrасtіvе.” Hе wіnkеd.

he asked. “Not just you…well, I mean, I really just want to see what it feels like. It doesn’t have to be you, but you are my cousin and best friend and all, and I trust you more than I trust anyone else in the world, so I really want it to be you.” “When you put it like that, I can’t deny you,” Jordan said. “Good, because I’m really horny.” “You’re such a slut.” “Shut up and eat me.” I sat on the flattest part of the rock and wiggled my hips back and forth until I was as comfortable as I could get. Then I spread my knees wide apart and watched as my cousin got on his knees in between them.