Leslie Winston Nude Novels & Stories

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

Jake stripped down to his boxers next, the outline of his cock thick and pressing against the material, hard enough that it tented obviously, and he adjusted himself without shame, grinning at me as he did. Tom lost his shirt on the following turn, pulling it off to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, sweat already beading on his skin from the warmth building in the room, his pants low on his hips showing the V of muscle leading down. Lena ended up down to her bra and thong, bending over to pour another round of shots, her ass cheeks fully on display, round and firm, the thong string disappearing between them, and I could not help staring, my mouth watering at the sight.

When the house finally went quiet, late in the night, Lennon took the second picture. This one wasn’t planned at all; he’d never even imagined himself sending an image such as that one. There was no face. Just his bare chest, the faint trail of hair that led down, down, down to his already hard cock, flushed dark against his palm. His fingers wrapped loosely around the base, not stroking or trying to bring himself any pleasure, just holding it, showing off the vein that ran along the underside. Beads of precum already glistening at the tip.

Mr Will jumped to his feet forgetting he was completely naked. ‘’And why would you do such a thing?’’ panic was visible on his face and seeing this only made Leslie even more content. Yes, it was not his first time, but having a video so vividly shared online of him was not something he was interested in having his wife watch.

His casual long-sleeved cotton top and tracksuit bottom seemed incongruous next to Lewis's nakedness, but almost as soon as he was in the room he stripped them off to reveal his naked chest, covered in tight fair curls, and beneath his trousers he was wearing a pair of tight-fitting black briefs. ‘You look very attractive, Harriet,’ said Rowena huskily. Lewis’s hands tightened round Harriet so that his wife could examine her at her leisure. Harriet tensed against him. This wasn’t what she’d expected. She’d thought that Rowena and Chris would simply watch, not touch her themselves.

Nissa didn't stop, her suction growing stronger, her hands helping with quick strokes, until finally Leon reached climax—his body tensed, waves of release washing over him, leaving him gasping and limp on the silk sheets damp with sweat. Nissa rose slowly, wiping her lips with a satisfied smile, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Leon, who was still panting. "Good, right? But that was just foreplay," she said, her voice low and full of promise. She stood up, her hands beginning to undress herself—first the thin jacket that she threw on the floor, followed by the tight blouse that revealed her black lace bra, then the short skirt that slipped off, leaving her completely naked. Nissa's body w

I banged repeatedly on the door before the door opened and I peeked in to saw someone on the bed before I saw Leonard who was shocked to see me. He was bare chested, sweat dripping down his body and the smell of alcohol interfering with his scent but the only thing I could focus on was that he smelled too much like Leslie. I forced my way in before he could react. Leslie was crying, curled into a ball with only a shirt on. His skin was very red in certain parts of his body and I could see his lower body dripping omega fluid as though he was in heat while he struggled to breath. He was drugged with heat inducer.

I kept sneaking peeks at it, imagining that tongue lapping up my cunt and that meaty erection, driving into me. I doubt I paid any attention during the meeting today. Jeez! Now, I'd have to borrow nudes from my colleagues. Sorry, notes! God! Les is a cancer corrupting my system and…and I know love it! I love being corrupted by him. I want his darkness, his demons, his everything. I want it all! Sending Les nudes was one of the most thrilling things I had ever done and rather than feel embarrassed, I felt so confident and secure with him. Now I know I trust and love him completely.

For instance, there was a rear-side shot that showed her waist was uncovered, it showed her bare side from armpit to knees with most of her bottom, but was too far to the rear to get her exposed nipple (the girl had no sideboob) or any more than a hint of her rear cleft. They also took some graphic shots that we would keep for ourselves. Li would sometimes stare for hours at the one, a landscape shot showing navel to knees with back of the dress spread like a pair of open wings, that focused on her exposed open pussy, with the red and blue accents and the dragon tat. She had a print of her own, while I kept a blown up (larger than actual size) one in my office, on my wall for all to see. It