Leslie Grossman Nude Novels & Stories

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

My fingers shoved my soaked panties aside, finding my swollen clit. "Oh," The first touch made me gasp. I rubbed harder, chasing the orgasm that had been building for hours. "Oh yes yes-" Someone cleared their throat and I quickly dropped my leg, embarrassed at being caught. I looked up to see who had come in and wished the ground would open and gulp me down. What in the world was Leslie Maxwell doing in the public restroom? Leslie Maxwell stood in the doorway, her blonde hair looking perfect as always. She had a pristine white suit that had a rather short skirt and showed off her pretty long legs.

Leslie’s beauty was undeniable. In fact, she was so beautiful that people almost suffocated because of her beauty. Her thick, long, wavy hair brought out her snow-white skin color, and she was wearing a white, hollow lace, form-fitting skirt. From the control room, though, Crystal had Nathan’s full attention. Suddenly, Leslie looked straight into the camera. She pointed it out to Crystal, and she whispered into her ear. “Do you think someone is watching us?” she asked.

Leslie says, sounding annoyed. “So I can’t do ‘The Kill Plan’ because I am not famous enough, and I can’t do the play because this guy thinks I am too famous?” Seriously, Hollywood is giving me a headache. She sighs. “No... he thinks you are a movie star's girlfriend whose biggest claim to fame is some naked pictures she leaked onto the internet... sweetie, he is a douchebag... look on the bright side... NCIS.” It might seem a bit rude... but Leslie has known me for a long time, and she knows it is not about her when I hang up without answering.

"Babe, your life is literally giving telenovela right now! Forbidden lust, accidental nudity, billionaire employer. All you need next is a dramatic slap scene." "That already happened yesterday." "Oh, shit," Chelsea laughs. "Right, I forgot." "It's not funny!" I protest. "It's hilarious!" she says between giggles. "But seriously-think about it. If you can't get him out of your head after seeing him naked, there's no way he's forgotten you either. He's a man, Auri. He saw a gorgeous, completely naked woman pleasuring herself-he's probably still replaying it on loop." I open my mouth to argue, but then pause. Her words actually... make sense.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Fiddling with his phone, Leslie snorted and said, “You say that, but I’ve never had sex with any other lady on our marital bed!” Nellie was about to defend herself when he took more than a dozen pictures out of his front pocket. Then, he flung them onto the bed one by one.

I was a massive fan of their rivalry, and had always found that a little healthy competition was always a good thing. Behind closed doors, it was no contest. Sasha was so much more submissive, and would do literally anything I told her if it made me cum harder, including eating my ass like it was covered in creamy milk chocolate. “Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp!” Leslie was horrified the first time she saw it, me laying face down naked on the couch, while her daughter spread my cheeks and tongue fucked my asshole while I watched cartoons. It became a regular thing, as I kind of got addicted to just laying around doing whatever while I let her make out with my anus.

I laughed and playfully pushed Leslie out of the room. When we got outside, Tristan was leaning against his truck going through his phone. The sun shone on his freckled face and highlighted his prominent features, he was beautiful. “I get to see these men everyday but my oh my” Leslie broke my ogling and I turned to her to see her ogling at him also. “If you can’t have him can I have him?” “Girl, do you forget you’re gay and happily married” “Where do I get my fun if I don’t do this?” Leslies shrugged. She was crazy

’ she suggested. I eagerly nodded my head. And as my glistening, stay-hard cock twitched excitedly, anxious for the warmth of a new sex-hole, Leslie stood up and spun around so that she was facing out towards the pool. She unzipped her form-fitting jeans and eased them over her big, round butt, bending forward to slide the faded blue pants the rest of the way down her shiny, suntanned legs. She was wearing as little underwear on her bottom as she’d been wearing on her top – which is to say, none.