Novel & Cerita Julie Dawn Cole Nude

Pleasure courses up my body as thick streams of cum land on Cole. As I come down from my high, I remember the last part of the scene tonight. Marcus gets his phone and tells Cole to smile as he takes pictures of him covered in cum and drool from the gag. He has hickys on his neck, chest and thighs that are dark. Cole consented to the pictures being taken as long as we sent them to his phone. I take the gag out of his mouth and he moves his jaw around to relax it. "This is so hot," Cole moans and I smile. He's gorgeous like this.

Don laid on the bed, his nudity concealed by the bed sheet. Julia was next to him, breathless and sweating profusely. She had just had some hours of intimacy with her boss and now she was speechless. The boss soon stood up, completely nude, as he walked over to his clothes on the ground. He picked them up and began to dress as Julia's eyes watched him. “You should get back to work.” Don stated while knotting his tie. Julia rolled her eyes and said, “I am done for the day.”

"Top Ten Sexiest Billionaire Cole (L/N)'s wife had a sex tape released over the weekend that featured a man that clearly wasn't Cole." I recognized the brunette instantly. She was one of the girls Cole had slept with before our contract and I could bet my liver she was absolutely relishing this. Last time we had met, Cole turned her down in front of me and I swore from then on forward she had hated me. I could almost feel the bile climbing up my throat and I hadn't even eaten yet. "The tape, though only, a minute long was absolutely devastating, as it clearly took place during their honeymoon." The male presenter gave the viewers a dirty sly smirk. "We can't play it on TV for clear reasons,

"I don't care, anything quick and simple. But I wouldn't try cooking bacon dressed like that if I were you." Colleen gave me a cheerful laugh and a slap to the back the head then went into the kitchen. After eating, we spent the rest of the day doing nothing, just being lazy, not once giving any thought to putting clothes on. We talked, we read, we watched a movie on TV, we danced nude to Sinatra singing Cole Porter tunes. I think I might have given the old lady across the street a heart attack when I went out to get the newspaper off of the porch. As the sun was starting to set, turning everything that kind of amber color that only a sundown can do, Colleen was lying in the middle of the li

Joanna's POV I was stunned. "What did you say?" I asked. Cole's furious voice echoed through the receiver as he roared, "Look at the billboard in the heart of the city! You're the one who leaked those photos and scandals, right? Will you only be satisfied after you've ruined Natalie's life?" I whipped my head up. Explicit photos of Natalie were being continuously displayed on the billboard, along with intimate images of her and Cole. The fury in Cole's voice intensified as he shouted, "Apologize to Natalie right now! You won't be able to afford the penalty fees for breaching the contract of the reality show or your mother's medical fees if you don't!"

“Nathan shouts advice over his shoulder about backhands. Cole glances at me, almost like he’s saying, See what I have to deal with? And I grin, helpless, caught in some ridiculous orbit of admiration and distraction. The shorts. They are getting worse. The fabric clings, tracing muscles I didn’t know I could notice this much. His glutes, his quads, every damn line of him sculpted like he was built for my eyeballs. Who even allowed this? Who designed these shorts for men and thought it wouldn’t break people? “…for the rest of the day?” His voice pulls me out of my daze. I blink. Right. Plans. “I’m editing some photos I took last week, then I have a massage client this afternoon. You?” Cole gl

Watching me squirm. “You’re quiet, Nate.” “I’m tired,” I lie. “Bullshit. You’re spiraling.” I say nothing. And he knows it. Then he moves the phone. Casually. The angle shifts. Julian comes into frame. Naked. Behind a woman bound at the hips, face down against a mirrored floor. Her ass is raw. Rope cuts into her skin. He’s fisting her. To the wrist. And laughing like it’s a game. The woman is screaming.

Then he looked down into Nora’s eyes and saw the misery there and he knew why Cole was giving the little sub another chance to speak out. She shook her head and Cole’s gaze hardened. “Take off your top,” he ordered. She was wearing a loose, sleeveless top and short skirt. Nora gaped at Cole, her jaw dropping open. From what Damien knew, this particular sub wasn’t comfortable being naked. But she pulled off her top without a word, revealing a lacy, red bra. Far racier lingerie than Damien had assumed would be underneath her rather modest clothing. “And the bra, Nora.” She hesitated for a long moment.

She looked Jules up and down, a slow, deliberate inspection. "You're Jules," she said. "Yes," Jules whispered. "The ad said you were obedient," Cora said, walking closer. "We'll see." She stopped in front of Jules. "Take off your clothes." Jules's hands shook. She pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall. She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down. She stood naked in the middlof the room.Cora walked around her. She stopped behind Jules. "Spread your legs."

“Stay there, naked. Legs open. Let her see what she’s walking into.” I leaned back on my elbows, thighs spread wide, cum still glistening on my inner thighs, pussy swollen and dripping. He opened the door. Lauren. Blonde hair, sundress clinging to her curves, nipples hard under the thin cotton, eyes wide behind sunglasses. She stepped inside without waiting, a bag slung over her shoulder. “Jules, I tried calling, power’s back, thought I’d surprise—” She stopped when she saw me. Naked. Spread on the counter like a feast, pussy glistening, tits heaving. Julian behind her, with the towel barely containing him, hand already sliding up her thigh under the dress, fingers finding no panties, just w