Mads Mikkelsen Nude Novels & Stories

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

His own cock, neglected and aching, leaked steadily onto the sheets beneath him. Magnus fucked his throat harder now, using Finn’s mouth with deep, deliberate strokes while keeping the dildo buried and the vibrator pressed tight. The obscene sounds filled the room with wet gagging from Finn’s throat, the buzzing of the vibrator, and the slick squelch of the dildo being rocked in and out of his hole. “You should see yourself,” Magnus growled, angling his phone to record a short clip. “Married man on his knees, throat stuffed with my cock, ass stuffed with a dildo, crying and leaking like a whore. What would Lena think if she saw this?”

He really has a reason for everything just so that I give him what he wants but still it didn’t help me to stop thinking how embarrassing it is if ever someone caught us here. "Imagine that it's only me and you in this place. I want you to close your eyes and imagine me without clothes, not even a brief or boxer." Michael ordered me and for some unknown reason, I obeyed his order. I closed my eyes and started to think of Michael’s naked body. I can't help but swallow my saliva when I once again remembered his salivating six-pack abs and his big dick that could actually shed every women's panties just by looking at his naked body.

"I guess you don't have much of a choice." "No, I don't," I said, standing up and stretching my arms over my head, once again showing off my physique. "Of course, Sarah knows this but you guys wouldn't," I continued, unbuttoning my jeans. "I don't wear underwear." I dropped my pants, kicking them off of my feet, leaving me naked. "Holy fuck," Miranda said, her eyes large as she took in the Hog. "Oh my god," Nicole squealed, hiding her eyes behind her hands before immediately peeking through her fingers.

And there he was. Mike. Standing in the doorway, shirtless again with all his muscles carved like someone had Photoshopped him into real life. His body was sun-kissed, golden even in the shade of the entrance. Broad shoulders. His arms crossed like he'd been waiting. Abs. The kind of abs you don't forget. He didn't even flinch.

He looks less frightening now. Fuck me, Rhett. There's a fully naked man in front of me with a dangling long cock. Damn, that must be around ten inches. Its colour is espresso, darker than the man's deep chocolate skin. Shit! He's really endowed. Why the fuck are these men mouthwatering?

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

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.

Naked. Under Moses. Also naked. Fiero froze. It wasn’t shock—he didn’t do shock. It was more like his brain paused, put down its coffee, and went, Seriously? This is what we’re doing at midnight now? Mika was propped up on one elbow, hair a dark mess over one shoulder, her mouth still slightly parted like she'd just finished saying something horrible and probably illegal. Her back arched just slightly under the blanket. The moment she spotted him, she didn’t scream. Didn’t cover herself. Didn’t even blink.