Mackenzie Ziegler Nude Novels & Stories

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’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

The door opened, and in walked two new girls. Mia was a curvy brunette with thick thighs, wide hips, and heavy tits that swayed with every step. Her dark nipples were already hard. Next to her was Zara, a fiery redhead with pale skin, freckles across her chest, and a tight, athletic ass. Both were completely naked, pussies already glistening. They came straight to me like hungry animals. Mia dropped to her knees first, yanked my pants open again, and shoved my thick cock straight into her mouth.

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

The warm water hit my bare skin fully now, cascading over my breasts and stomach, rinsing away the last traces of the dinner, the tears and the humiliation. I stood completely naked before her, trembling under the spray. Mackline’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as she drank me in, her gaze lingering on my breasts, the curve of my waist, the place between my thighs where her fingers still moved slowly. “Beautiful,” she breathed, almost reverently. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me. The sight of her like that, naked, water streaming down her red-streaked hair and over her shoulders, looking up at me with those intense eyes made something feral uncoil in my chest. She pressed her han

she whispered, pulling Raegan on top of her. Raegan hesitated for a moment, but the sight of MacKenzie's naked body beneath her was too much to resist. She leaned down, capturing MacKenzie's nipple in her mouth. MacKenzie gasped, her hands gripping Raegan's hair. Raegan took her time, lavishing attention on MacKenzie's breasts before trailing kisses down her stomach. She settled between MacKenzie's legs, inhaling her scent. MacKenzie was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. Raegan leaned in, running her tongue along MacKenzie's slit.

I walk over to the keg and am intercepted by Mackenzie who is wearing the most outrageous neon pink bikini top with triangles that are at least 3 sizes too small for her boobs. “Hi Monroe!” “Hello.” “You know, I bet you think you’re so special. Everyone around here acts like you shit rainbows but I hope you’re aware that it won’t last. You’re shiny and new and mysterious, but that’ll go away and I’ll still be at the top of the food chain.” I walk around her and start filling my cup from the keg and say, “Alright, Mackenzie. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” “I bet you haven’t slept with him yet have you?”

And it made me want to uncover all her secrets, know all her thoughts, and discover all her hidden layers. The first time she laid her eyes on me, I knew what she was thinking: competition. But no, I wanted to tell her that was very far from my mind. There were plenty of words in my mind right now, but competition was definitely not one of them. Up close, Mackenzie looked even more beautiful. She wasn’t wearing anything on her face. No blush, no lipstick, no eyeliner. She was a natural beauty and she rocked the undercut hairstyle. How could she even think she could pass off as a guy? Her outfit was androgynous but her face was definitely feminine.