Novel & Cerita Marcus Scribner Nude

“You’re never going back to God. This body is mine now.” Marcus didn’t slow down. He kept Claire pinned in the mating press, her thick thighs folded back against her soft breasts, her habit bunched uselessly around her waist. His massive cock slammed into her soaked pussy with deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely in the tiny convent cell. “Fuck—look at you,” he growled, sweat glistening on his scarred chest. “Legs spread wide for a convict in your own bed. That tight little nun cunt is creaming all over my cock like it was made for sin.”

He grinned at me and sauntered over, a drink in hand. “Finally, man,” Marcus said, clapping me on the back. “I don’t understand your celibacy era, but it’s about time you got back in the game.” I forced a laugh, even though my insides twisted. “Says the man without a wife or girlfriend.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you’re not me. Seriously though, Sabrina looks good on your arm. You two make a good match.” I nodded, trying to ignore the tightening in my chest. I didn’t need Marcus’s approval. I needed to get through this night without falling apart.

Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing that sculpted chest, the trail of dark hair leading down to the massive bulge in his jeans. “On your back,” he ordered. “Legs up. Show me that pretty pink hole.” I obeyed instantly, knees to my chest, reaching down to spread myself open for him. The cool air hit my rim and I shivered. Marcus’s eyes darkened. He dropped his jeans and boxers, and there it was—his cock, heavy and thick, already dripping pre-cum from the slit. He stroked it once, slow, smearing the wetness.

“Let’s give them a show.” He yanked the lingerie top down, exposing my breasts. The crowd murmured approval as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing my nipples. Adrian stepped closer, tugging my bottoms off, leaving me bare, chained and vulnerable. “Spread your legs.” I shifted my feet apart, trembling. Marcus’s hand dipped between my thighs. “She’s soaked already,” he said, loud enough for the room to hear. “Pathetic,” Adrian muttered, but his eyes gleamed. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside. “You want this, don’t you?”

I look over to Marcus, who is unzipping his pants, and he shrugs his shoulders as if to say what am I supposed to do? I moan and grip the sheets as Nathan makes me feel so good. His tongue rubs against all the sensitive parts of my length while Marcus openly strokes himself. Everyone says I'm the horny one but Marcus is even worse than I am! I writhe and try to move my hips to make Nathan suck faster but he holds my hips to the bed tighter. I put my hands on Nathan's head but Marcus comes over and holds my wrists together. He kneels beside my head so I take the hint and start sucking his erect member. I try to pull my hands out of his grip so I can touch him but he holds on tighter and gives

There was the smelliness of alcohol and also a faint odor of smelly socks. Only then did Sabrina realize it was not that Marcus was so careless that he only put on a sock on one foot while letting the other foot be bare. Rather, he may not have taken off the clothes that he was wearing the day before and started drowning himself in alcohol. Sabrina suddenly had tears welled up in her eyes. He certainly was not pretending. "Marcus!" Sabrina shouted, "You can't continue being dejected like that!"

I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a moan. Marcus didn’t stop. He kept fucking me in slow, powerful strokes while pretending to scroll through my essay on the screen. His other hand slid down my stomach — still mostly flat, but already carrying his secret — and moved lower. I gasped when I felt two thick fingers press against my asshole. “Uncle Marcus…” I breathed in warning. “Shhh. Keep writing, baby.”

Marcus tied my legs spread-eagle to the four corners of the bed, the restraints holding my body open for him, and I, helpless. He looked down at me. “Look at you,” he said to me. “You look so beautiful all spread out like that for me.” I shook my head. “No, no. No!” The decision to sleep naked looked like a really bad one in that moment. My heart raced fast. “Marcus, untie me. This is too much,” I whispered, tugging at the ropes. “It isn't,” he said. “Just be patient.” He stripped his clothes off carefully, down to the very last piece, until his hard long cock was pointing proudly at me.

Now she was in a train bathroom letting a stranger do whatever he wanted to her. Marcus pulled her skirt down and off. She stood there completely naked except for her shoes. He looked at her curvy body with hunger. "You are gorgeous. So thick and soft. I am going to ruin you for other men. After tonight, no one will ever fuck you as good as I do."