Mal Malloy Nude Novels & Stories

I whispered and peeked through the wardrobe door. Nolly almost pushed me out of my hiding place before I controlled her. "Do you have any idea what the two of them are doing together?" "Ahhh…fuck! Xavier." She moaned as I watched him insert one finger into her while I continued to look at Malia who turned herself into a slut just because she couldn't get herself a mate. "What if Callum comes in?" Malia asked. Xavier unbuckled his pants and inserted his dick into her. "Ah…ah…Xavier… oh my world. Aww…fuck me harder!" She screamed.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

His hands paused on the button of his pants, “If ye want, we can stop here.” Poppy thought about it. If they kept going, this was something that couldn’t be undone. She knew he would ruin her in the best way possible. But hadn’t he already? “I want more, please.” She licked her lips again, looking up at him through her lashes, “I need all of you, daddy.” Malcom didn’t say a word, just ripped his pants off in one go. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock stood proud, long, hard, and huge.

she spat, but her hands moved to her shirt, peeling it off. Her small, perky tits bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air. She shimmied out of her skirt and panties, exposing her shaved pussy. "This what you want, daddy? You're practically begging mom to leave you," the sick bitch giggled while she unzipped his pants, pulling out his massive cock. Ben was definitely a black stereotype down there. Ten inches of black cock lay in Malia's hands, semi hard. Malia's eyes widened. "Fucking big dick. You're going to use it on me, daddy?" she mocked him, her hands stroking it lightly as she marvelled at the feel of his heavy, fat dick.

"Laundry delivery." "Come in, mom." Molly was naked, well nude, I guess. I hadn't seen her body in a long time. She had the runner's shape, long, lean. Her breasts were perfect half spheres with small areolas and, to my surprise, very long, hard nipples. Between her long legs, a bush, thick and brown, and to my surprise, wetness? Then I saw it, the vibrator half under the pillow. "So, I guess we have two nudists now?"

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I waited, bouncing my legs nervously. Then, finally, Maelis dropped a video. I hesitated. Then tapped D******d. What started playing made my jaw go slack. It was Maelis. Wearing the most scandalously beautiful red lace lingerie I had ever seen. The lighting was low, and the vibe unmistakably sultry. Behind her stood three men. All shirtless and ripped, in tight briefs that left very little to the imagination. My brain screamed Abort!, but my thumb pressed play.

Molly said tartly to her son, picking up her own bag. When the group reassembled some ten minutes later, Cara and Sarah were both totally nude, and blushing slightly from the attention of each other's brother, Jack was wearing loose shorts, as was Molly, her breasts uncovered and the cause of furtive - and not so furtive - looks from the boys. Jill came down wearing shorts and a bikini top, but after sitting quietly for a while, reached behind and unhooked her bikini top, casting it aside, Greg and John taking quick appraising looks while trying not to stare. Greg and John wore shorts, but after a whispered conversation with the girls, took them off, each revealing a semi-erect prick and a f

"Wake her body up right now. Let's have some real fun with this prize." Soon, a heavy bucket of freezing well water is dumped directly over Malia's unconscious, bleeding body, jolting her awake with a sharp gasp. Drenched, shivering violently, and bleeding from her wounds, her torn dress clings tightly to her wet curves, completely exposing her shape and further igniting the twisted, hot desires of the hundred rogue men filling the room. Some of them chuckle crudely, while others stare at her bare thighs with a sickening, ravenous urge.

His drawl betrayed his disgust as he threw off his underwear and entered the shower. David stepped out of the shower moments later. Astonished by the sight of his incredibly toned physique, Anna quickly averted her gaze. She was sitting in the bed and felt that she was an animal waiting to be slaughtered. His manhood is adorned with a lush, curly mane that gracefully cascades down from his navel in a delicate line. Glistening water droplets trapped in masculine body hair, the fluid grace of well-honed muscle fiber moving beneath satiny, delicately bronzed skin—it was all very sensual.