Kinsley Wyatt Nude Novels & Stories

He's the boss. "Very nice. I need to test the firmness of your grip." I hold my hand out to him. Wyatt smirks while pulling his boxers down and kicking them off, leaving him naked. I can't take my eyes off his huge penis. It's sticking straight out at me like a sword. What a mighty warrior, indeed. He has his own secret weapon.

Tyler followed close behind, already pulling his shirt off, revealing his athletic, ripped body. Ryan lay down on his back on the huge bed, completely naked now. His thick, heavy cock stood straight up, veined and throbbing, the head shiny with pre-cum. He grabbed my hips and pulled me over him. “Come here, Mia. Sit on my cock. Let me stretch that pretty pussy again.”

Innocent, lovely Swan. She hadn't known it was wrong. Kit was sure of that. The very idea that it might not be proper to let her cousin see her nude in the bath had simply never occurred to her. Nudity was as natural to her as breathing. She couldn't have known the effect it would have on him. Kit himself hadn't been prepared for the effect it had on him, either. He still couldn't get over it. He couldn't stop seeing her there, hair pinned up, gleaming teases of skin peeking through sudsy foam.

Victor turned to her, his eyes burning with possessive fire. “Get naked. Now.” Her fingers, trembling slightly, went to the buttons of her blouse. She let it fall to the floor, then her skirt, her bra, her panties. She stood bare before him and the entire room, his cum still marking her face. He nodded toward a muscular man with a predatory grin leaning against the fireplace. “She’s all yours, Kyle.” Kyle’s eyes raked over her body, lingering on her damp between her thighs.

My face turns red as I look up and see Wyatt, leaning back in a chair, fixing his bulging pants. “You really got turned on from me tripping over clothes trying to make it to the bathroom?” I giggled. “You’re naked, of course, I’m turned on. Let me get a better look at my mate.” “Wyatt, I’m in a hurry and I’m sweaty and nasty—you do not want to know what I just did to whatever that thing wants to call itself.” I shivered at the thought of it. “That bad huh? I still want you though.” Wyatt wiggled his eyebrows causing me to giggle.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?" Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Younger women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Christy was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

The male escort was standing while she was sitting. He glanced at her seductive appearance and blushed. “Wyatt.” Nina nodded at him. “How long can you last?” “T-Two.” ‘What a pity!’ “Take off your clothes,” Wyatt acknowledged and removed his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Nina’s eyes glided on his bare body, but a hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes. No matter how much they bore a resemblance, a fake was still fake. Wyatt noticed the gloominess in her eyes and panicked. “Are you not satisfied with me?”

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”