Leslie Winston Nude Novels & Stories

I had just stepped out from a cool shower and was standing in an air conditioned room, but that didn't stop beads of sweat from forming on my forehead. "What is the meaning of this, Grace?" Dean asked as he turned his laptop to face me. I was stiff for about a minute as I stared aimlessly at the photo displayed on the laptop screen. Staring back at me was an obscene photo of myself, sprawled almost completely naked on a kingsized bed. My hair fell to my face but in a way that one could still know that it was me, but unobservable to the keen eye that I was asleep. I was laying on my side, the only things concealed being my nipples, which were barely covered by my fingers and my vagina which w

She paused, and through the shirt she pleaded with Winston, "First, promise no laughing or teasing okay?" "Promise," Winston replied fidgeting in his chair. His sister was beautiful and like any normal heterosexual male who laid eyes on her he'd wondered what she looked like naked. Now, with very little warning he was going to find out. She resumed pulling her shirt off. Winston held his breath. Jessica's round pert little breasts popped into view. They were the definition of perky. Their skin was a smooth unblemished ivory like the rest of her. Her light pink nipples were perfectly centered on each breast. His mouth fell open. Lord, his sister truly was hot as hell. He used the moment it to

Whenever he did something that angered Stella, he always hid behind Mr Hunt. She even showed me his childhood pictures. In a few, he was naked. My cheeks burned seeing his nudes. Iris couldn't stop teasing me after I saw those pictures. It was embarrassing but it was cute as well. I took a few pictures from Stella. My mind gave me a perfect plan to tease Chris. I smiled and hid his nudes in my bag.

“What are you saying? What are you talking about? You must be—” Estelle cut him off. “Here is the proof.” She took her phone out of her bag, opened the gallery and set the phone down on the desk, pushing it towards him. Lennon took the phone. He lowered his gaze to the screen, and his hand instantly began to tremble. His expression froze. There were lots of photos. But the subjects were always the same: Estelle and Wade. They were both naked and in undeniably intimate positions. Estelle was beside Wade. She was holding him, her face resting comfortably against his chest.

The headline wouldn’t leave her alone. KAEL PETROV’S WILD WEDDING NIGHT. Every time Lys looked up, some variation of it was playing: on the muted holo in the kitchen, on the transparent screen in the elevator, on the slim device left on her bedside table as if she were the kind of wife who checked gossip over coffee. The leaked photo sat in the corner of each segment, grainy but unmistakable. Her, half‑naked, back arched near the window. Kael, shirt open, hands on her like he couldn’t get close enough.

’ 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.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

At least her full pussy was hidden from his direct view. “I’m… I’m literally naked,” she said softly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Deep down, she knew it will only take time and he will eventually see everything. And he will not only see it, he will touch it, spread it with his fingers, and suck it, then fuck her. There is no way she will leave the room without getting down with him. She was just trying not to look like a cheap slut. Without a word, Lesnar reached for the counter and picked up two neatly folded hand towels. He stepped to the side of the table and held them out for her. “One for here…” he said, tapping his own chest, “and one for the other place.”

She leaned over and asked, "Mister, if you feel that it's unfair, why don't I give you one of my nudes?" Ambrose was tempted, but he felt baffled, too. "No way. What if someone else sees it?" Larissa made a face. "Forget it, then." Ambrose saw the scheming gaze in her eyes and changed his mind. "Why don't you take some nudes but delete them after? That way, nobody would see them." Ambrose held her chin and said, "I enjoy the photography process." Larissa was shocked! She silently cursed. Ambrose was being shameless, so she lost.

Not to forget his promise to release every of her nude pictures that he had taken. Some days ago in her annoyance and the need to be certain she isn't being fooled by him. Leila had confronted Carl to let her catch a glimpse of them. He had been adamant at first, but she wasn't one to give up either. Her eyes had almost fallen out of the sockets when she saw her naked self.