Justa Minx Nude Novels & Stories

Holding it up for inspection, I inquired, “So, we whorin' tonight, Lovey?” Minx’s laughter filled the room as she replied, “Damn right we are! I'm in need of me a nice, large, candy cane.” Then, eyeballing my yoga pants she teased, “Sweetness, I'm in some serious need of some cock hook-up, cause that damn ba-donka-donk of yours, is lookin’ way the fuck too fine, and I'm damn tempted to bite it!” I choked, then, we both burst out laughing as Minx was pure, one hundred percent heterosexual.

On Saturday night, Marina and I were ready to go to the school party, wearing our new dresses. Mine was nude , with small sparkles of sequins, cut shoulder crossed, bodycon slit that started from the bust and emerged towards the side, almost meeting the slit of the tight skirt, which went up to the apex of the thigh. Since my belly still was not showing and my breasts were slightly bigger due to the pregnancy, it had made me as sexy as I have ever been.

He had probably been taking care of her since they were children. Still, my eyes naturally drifted over Mina's body. I had never seen her naked before. One thing was immediately obvious—Mina had huge boobs. They were heavy, full, and completely natural, spilling over her ribcage. Her nipples were slightly long, a soft, flushed pink color that stood out against her pale skin. Her overall skin was flawless, totally unblemished by scars or sun. Her slim, narrow waist flared out into soft hips. My eyes traveled lower, following the curve of her stomach down to the neat, low bush of dark curls. The hair barely concealed the plump, incredibly juicy pink slits of her pussy. She was beautiful in a v

Later, as soon as Maxus entered the room, he was surprised by her in front of him wearing a short red shirt that reaches just below her backside, a little transparent, completely strapless, and her hair was left loose along her back, putting a bloody red color on her lips as he liked it very sexy

I knew I should have taken the floor. I knew it from the moment Juliet looked at me with that unreadable expression and said nothing at all. Mina was already sprawled across the beanbag chair like it was her personal throne, one leg up, her tank top hanging dangerously low and riding high over her hips. She was playing with the strap like she wanted someone to ask her to take it off. Juliet stood by the bed with her arms crossed. She was barefoot. Her hoodie barely covered her ass. Her legs were smooth and still slightly wet from the shower. She wasn’t looking at anyone in particular, but I could feel her eyes all over me.

She blinked, “I’m not a slut.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up. Calling people that exchange nudes sluts is wrong you dimwit. And you are a slut, I’ve read your texts with him and I even got horny!! I didn’t even know you could text dirty things. Just send him a nude, you have an amazing body and I’m sure he’d love to see, don’t just show your face yeah?” “But I don’t know how to take nudes, what am I supposed to do or wear?”

Now, she stood by the door, arms crossed, her lips pulled into the softest pout. A black pleated mini skirt wrapped snug around her hips, paired with a cream off-shoulder top that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, and the soft nude heels made her legs look longer—sleek, and almost too tempting. Her lips pushed forward, pout deepening. “Do we have to go?” Maximo’s eyes dragged across her body, slow and deliberate. A hunger swirled beneath his gaze. “I told you I’d take you places. We have just a week, sugar. And I intend to utilize it.”

“Strip. All of you. Show me those greedy little cunts.” The girls didn’t hesitate. Tops came off, shorts dropped to the floor. Three naked, horny bodies stood in front of him — Emma’s curvy figure with big tits and fat ass, Mia’s tight petite body with perky nipples, Zoe’s athletic frame with long legs and a smooth shaved pussy. Emma dropped to her knees first, yanking Jax’s pants down. His thick, heavy cock sprang out, veined and already leaking pre-cum. “Jesus, look at this monster,” she moaned, wrapping both hands around it. “Girls, we hit the jackpot tonight.”

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Obviously a name crafted for performance and seduction. Shawn Shadow dropped to his knees, grinding against the stage floor in ways that mimicked real intimacy. It was like a live version of Magic Mike, the film Jeff and Deewee once watched in his dorm room. This guy was clearly a professional. No wonder the room felt like it was about to combust. He turned back to TeeCay, and nearly choked on his drink. Her glass was already empty! “What happened to your drink?” he half-yelled over the music. “Gone,” she shouted back, her eyes still fixed on Shawn.