Novel & Cerita Mae Whitman Nude

Bambi had posted yet another picture of Maxton and her and this time they were on a bed together. Naked.

His hands shook so badly that he had to pull them away from her skin so he didn’t risk hurting her. She tried to lift her left hand and he saw she was holding something. He gently pulled it away, frowning when he saw it was a picture. Bile rose in his throat as he stared in disbelief. It was a picture of Mia. Dear God. She was naked, tied up and spread out on what looked like a coffee table. The man in the picture was Charles Willis and he was trying to shove his dick inside her mouth.

The forest seemed to stretch endlessly, each step an agonizing push against my aching body. As I emerged into a clearing, I met a sight that made my jaws drop. Mia was almost completely naked, her clothes in tatters around her. And, goddess, she had the most gorgeous body. "This is one image that's not going out of my head anytime soon," I whispered as I made my way towards her.

I should’ve hauled her in here and asked why she was storing such obscenity on her work laptop, fighting the urge to bend her over my desk and spank her tight little ass for her cheekiness. I should’ve done anything other than read that file from top to bottom until my fist finally wandered down enough to loosen my belt and slip inside. Mae wasn’t just a filthy little bitch, she was also a talented one. The words flowed from the page like magic, fluid and provocative and horny as all living fuck.

I was bewildered when I saw the nude canvas of them and the next few were them making love. Who might have drawn such explicit paintings? Damn it! I could feel my blood heated up but I couldn't stop myself from seeing the further canvases. My cheeks were burning upon seeing the replica of me with a man in intimate position and my perverted mind was imagining me in Layla's place and was making my panty wet. After gazing and admiring the canvases completely, I peeked out of the room cautiously not wanting anyone to know I saw them. I walked out closing the door softly behind me carefully. I turned around and startled to see Maayan looking at me with his hands crossed across his chest.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

Aiden opened the Writers app and re-examined the story that had messed up his life. "What the hell?" His eyes widened when he saw the cover of the novel that had changed again. This time, Mr. Banana uses a photo of Aiden during a magazine photo shoot three months ago. In the photo set on a summer beach, Aiden is naked standing in the middle of the sea water only knee high, while Aiden covers his intimate parts with shells. His expression in the photo is really hot and tempt. "Damn it...! Just watch out that insolent woman! If I meet her, I will definitely strangle her neck!"

Maya is scared, but she has grown so used to hiding every bit of emotion that the last thing on her mind is letting me through the walls she has erected. Walls that I shouldn't even be thinking about breaking down. As her hand grazed the painting of a half-naked woman bathing under the sun, I remember her, standing naked by the window, her towel in a pool at her feet. She has the body of a goddess, the setting sun on her petite curves making her look even more ethereal. I try to bury the image along with the rest of my dark memories, but it just keeps resurfacing. Swallowing instinctively, I take another sip of my brandy.

WAYLEN I thought my day was good when I received an early morning nude from Beth. But it had only gotten better. A sleeping Beth snuggled in my arms while I worked was better than a picture of her naked body. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. It hadn’t taken too long for her to fall asleep after her release. I kissed my mate’s hair, smiling as my fingers worked on the laptop.