Malik Ross Nudes Novels & Stories

When he drew back she was a little breathless, her face flushed. ‘I haven’t finished yet,’ Ross said. ‘There’s another part to your present.’ He produced a tiny box which held two small silver rings. ‘Take off your T-shirt.’ While Stacey stood with her hands by her sides, Ross pinched her nipples until they stood out firmly. Wetting them with spittle, he teased each of them in turn through the tightly fitting rings. The nipples, like hard shiny beads, pouted outwards into little tubes of collared flesh. Stacey winced at the intense, pinching pleasure. Her nipples seemed sensitised like never before.

When he pulls back I open wide for the camera, showing the creamy pool on my tongue before I swallow it all with a hoarse, satisfied moan. Malik is the final one. He grabs the back of my head with both hands and pushes in until my nose is pressed tight against him. He holds me there and pumps several long, powerful spurts directly into my stomach. I gag hard, cum and spit forcing their way out of my nose and mouth in thick streams that run down onto my already messy tits. He keeps me pinned until my head spins, then finally pulls out and slaps my cum-drenched face with his still-hard cock.

Moments later, Malik grunted and pumped a huge load into her bowels. Colin focused the camera on her face, capturing rivers of cum oozing down her cheeks and dripping from her nose and chin. Maddy lifted off Malik's huge cock and stood. Cum oozed out of her asshole and streamed down her legs. Colin got behind her and captured it all on video. She felt like such a whore. "Not bad," Malik said. "We show this to Luke. Give me your number. You get a text if he be interested."

“You’re stunning. God, you have no idea how much I want this. But not like this. Not when it could destroy everything you’ve built.” He gathered his things quickly, eyes lingering on her naked form one last time before he forced himself to look away. “We should reschedule when… things are clearer.” The elevator doors closed behind him. ----- Malik’s mansion sat on a private cliffside estate overlooking the Pacific. The drive from the tower had been a blur of speed and frustration, his Ferrari devouring the coastal highway. He poured himself a stiff drink the moment he stepped inside, the glass trembling slightly in his hand. The image of Elara wouldn’t leave him. Naked. Offering herself. Tho

The club was a dive on the edge of downtown, all neon and shadows, where masks let girls like me shed their skins. I'd seen Malcolm there once before, from the main stage, but never close. Tonight, when the boss said 'VIP, high roller,' I strutted in blind, pole-ready, outfit sparkling like a disco ball from hell, sequined bra that pushed my C-cups to sinful peaks, matching thong that rode high on my hips, and those boots, black leather hugging my calves like a lover's grip.

Ross to his bedroom, placing him on the bed. Tom went and called the sex worker, who laid down next to Mr. Ross. They were both naked, appearing as though they had just had sex with their position. Tom took a naked picture of Mr Ross Moore and the sex worker who was wearing a black mask. I chuckled. "Thank you, Tom." "Not a problem!" He said. With the help of Tom, I was finally able to get something on Mr. Ross that would stop him from ever trying to blackmail me again. I wrote him a letter, threatening to release his private photos to the media if he ever tried to blackmail me again.

Malik replied. His hand get hold of her two cheek and he sucked on her lips. Rim started to struggle with words but her voice couldnt come out. Malik kissed each inch of her mouth violently. He unbuttoned her top and run his fingers on her nipples. Rim didn't see her legs going weak. Neither did she see him doing that to her. Malik's fingers went on to rub over all her bare chest. He gulped hard at the sight of her skin. Unknow he has a effect on her.

As I removed my elbows from the sill to give Malik my attention for a brief moment, I have to fight to keep my mouth closed. He hadn't bothered dressing, as if doing so would be an insult to his body. I couldn't assume what I saw from just seeing muscles through a wet, white dress top. This is something so daunting, and so sickening to my stomach, I found myself struggling to breathe. Decorating the thick muscle across his torso, are heart wrenching scars striking across his chest to his stomach.

People seemed oblivious at first or perhaps they wondered where this was driving at. As they got closer, I felt my fingers sweaty. My mouth went dry. As if on cue all gym shorts dropped low. The biggest one, Malik, had a dick that looked like a weapon, veined and curving up toward a purplish head that glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Fuck, it’s huge. He was shaved, clean. “You ready for this, you cheap little slut?” Malik growled, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand, rough and calloused, grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and yanked.

"Don't hate me, bestie, but I'd like to join them, Jessie too. You mind if I go nude?" Ella eye-fucked her friend. "Really? Oh, Molly. Me too." She watched Molly take her clothes off. "Can I try it too?" Molly got up and tossed off her tank top, showing us her perfect breasts. Elle enthusiastically followed. Jim and I, on our bed naked. Me soaked, him hard. On one screen our son and his best friend are in a sixty-nine, sucking each other's cock and now, on the other two teen girls are stripping. Neither Jim or I are touching each other or ourselves. We promised. Nothing till the kids are done. I'm dying. My pussy is running and quivering with need. Jim's cock is running pre-cum and pulsing.