Novel & Cerita Kris Tyson Nudes

Oh Megan I thought you are a nasty fucking whore watching your little brother suck his girlfriend off. Leaning her weight on one arm Krissy brought her hand around and started running her nails through Mark's hair. My gaze shifted from Krissy's heaving tits to my brother's unbelievably sexy back; the huge goats head in the middle of his tattoo seemed to looking right at me. Krissy then completely surprised me by dropping her other arm so she was on her back and bringing her other leg off the bed wrapped it around his head with her other leg, her ankles crossing behind his neck pulling his face into her pussy.

The air smelled just like him—Manly, intoxicating, expensive. On his table lay a small picture frame facing downwards. It was the only thing out of place in the room. Somehow, that seemed to pique her curiosity even more. Lyra was headed for it when she heard a faint sound from the bathroom…. like running water? Was someone here? As she rounded a corner, she saw Tyson—in the flesh and blood. He was wiping his wet hair with a towel, water tracing slow paths down his chest. And the rest of his body? Completely naked.

Everyone followed me closely, eager to witness the King of the East and his new shenanigan. I came to a slow halt as I noticed blood painting the floor outside the golden double doors of the throne room. I picked up my head and stared at the man in the distance. Tyson was sitting on the grey concrete seat that had golden engravings. He was only wearing his jeans, and the upper half of his body was bare. His legs were spread apart as he rested back on his throne. I saw the inked pattern on his chest and abdomen for the first time before my gaze shifted to his arms. His right hand rested on his thigh while his left wrist lay atop the long, glowing sword.

I followed, cheeks already warm despite the cold mountain air. Inside, the cabin smelled like pine and cold stone. Tyler dropped the bags in the hallway, then immediately peeled off his hoodie and the t-shirt underneath in one smooth motion. He tossed them over the back of the couch, leaving him shirtless in nothing but those stupid gray sweatpants. The kind that hung low on his hips, the soft fabric clinging to his thighs and God....cupping the heavy, obvious bulge of his cock so clearly I could see the thick outline of the head and the way it shifted when he moved. He stretched, arms overhead, muscles flexing across his chest and abs like he knew exactly what he was doing.

I heard the distinct rustling of fabric, the unmistakable sound of his clothes hitting the floor, then the dip of the mattress as he climbed onto it. Fucking Artemis. It was totally his dick with a bow again. Not that his cock wasn’t a gift every single time he used it on me, but come on. The man needed to switch things up once in a while. “I’m getting impatient,” I warned. “Okay, open.” His voice dripped with amusement. So I did. And… holy fuck. Yes, Tyce was stretched out on the bed, naked, smirking, his very impressive erection sporting yet another damn bow.