Lois Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

She couldn't imagine Maxwell bathing her naked body and dressing her in these clothes. Just then, Jennifer felt a cold gaze lingering on her. She immediately glanced at the sofa not far away. Maxwell was leaning on one side of the couch dressed in a green robe that revealed his toned abs, like some resting predator. His eyes were fixed on Jennifer. "You're finally awake." Jennifer burst into tears and tossed a nearby pillow at him. She shrieked, "You jerk! Why did you have to humiliate me like this?" Maxwell blocked the pillow with his hands and walked over to Jennifer. The latter cowered in the corner of the bed, trembling in fear.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

Maxwell said and cut the call. After that, Maxwell went to the bathroom and took a shower. He changed his clothes into a simple sweater and matching trousers. He sat on the couch and started checking emails on his laptop and everything that was related to all of his businesses. In a luxurious and beautiful house, a woman in her early 30s sat on the couch with her legs crossed on top of the other. She was beautiful with her chestnut long hair and dark brown eyes. She was surrounded by armed guards, as if she were a prisoner.

I was about to hide my breast using both hands, but Maxxwell stopped me. “Don’t. I want to see them.” As if in a trance, he added, “Gorgeous.” “They are not that big,” I muttered. Sometimes, I envy Nora’s big breasts and wish I had the same size. “I love them.” My confidence level rose to another percent. Before I knew it, Maxxwell had helped me lie on my back. His breathing labored while his eyes were burning with passion. He looked like a beast. Beautiful. Sexy. Powerful. No amount of words could describe him right now. He was…him.

She had just stepped out of the shower and was standing facing the bathroom mirror, stark naked. "What is happening to me! What the f**k is happening to me!" she screamed, not caring about her nudity or the effect it had on him. Maxwell could hear her unsteady heartbeat. He knew that something was seriously wrong. He traced his steps to pick up a bathrobe, and then he moved to her and put it on her, raising his head to the ceiling the whole time so he wouldn't see her nakedness. Although he was playing the little his eyes had seen when he had stepped into the bathroom. Who was he fooling? He had seen enough to know that she was a perfection. Now he couldn't shake the image off his mind.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

It was on fire and eagerly wanted to have his cock filling her. The sounds of clothes filled the air, and Amelia figured out that Maximo was pulling his clothes off. A smile appeared at the brim of her lips as she tried to capture the image of how he looked while having her back to him. The thought of how big he would be made her rebel against her own self. In one swift move, she turned to meet his clothes off his body, and her eyes trailed from his huge body down to his trousers, which fell off, revealing his hard member.

My entire back was on display and one pull of the strings and I’d be naked. Maxim had gone out and he was not going to be around till the next day, which kind of ruined my plan but I went ahead with it anyway. I was in a six-inched heel that made me feel powerful and I couldn’t resist as I turned to the side and took a picture, sending it to Maxim. [Me: how do I look?] I’d thought since he was busy, he wouldn’t reply but he did immediately. [Maxim: you look like mine.]