Marianne Gordon Nude Novels & Stories

Reyland leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at the sight, his lips parting as his brow furrowed. The orbs disappeared and reappeared in the same spot, and Reyland jerked, a short shout escaped his lips, as he fell backward into the freezing water. Marian sprinted and dove into the water seconds after Reyland had fallen in. She had been watching him for over thirty minutes. She was there as he took off his clothes one by one. When he stood up, she had held her already still breath. Marian had been facing him all the while and could not help but blush at the sight of him fully exposed.

Marion giggled like a school girl while she replied, "Oh nothing really. I just came over to visit Terri and I only wore my button up the front sun dress, you know the one you like me to wear. After I got in my car I unbuttoned it all the way and slipped my arms out of the sleeves and drove over here basically naked. When I got here I left my dress off and carried it on my arm so I was naked when Terri opened the door for me. I thought I would come out here and hang out with Terri and get used to being nude with only her being here, but to my surprise I met Tony, his wife Patty and both Tony's sisters Barbie and Beth who are working in the garden today. Then to top it all off, Terri held an

Maeve added in a voice that suggested that Andrea should keep her dreams where they belonged in her head. Andrea finally understood what she meant when Maeve pushed her phone under her nose. Andrea’s eyes had widened, and her jaw dropped to her chest. The images were of a shirtless and muscular Professor Matthew in nothing but speedo shorts that clutched the muscles of his thighs and a tanned body. And there was the girlfriend who looked like someone cut out from a Vanity Fair center spread. Her blonde air glistened underneath the Tahitian sun. Her body was svelte and tan, and she was also picture-perfect beside him on the yacht. Impulsively, she swiped through the pictures and saw more. The

"But I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't think something had to be done." He pressed the remote control, and the first photograph appeared on the screen. Marrine. Standing ankle-deep in the surf, her dress clinging to her legs, her windswept hair loose around her shoulders. She looked so happy. So utterly normal. A few people in the room recognized her immediately. "Marrine.... " The murmur came from the middle of the room, and another photo appeared on the screen. Marrine, sitting cross-legged on a rock while dozens of fish swam around her.

Her tight warm pussy wraps around his fingers. Melanie moans loudly, unable to control the feeling. She grips tight at his hair as she rocks her hips along with the movement of his finger. Mr Gordon halts for a while, he pulls off his sweatpants together with his pant with one hand. His long thick phallus dang in freedom after it has been freed from the cage. He raises his head to stare at Melanie, he chuckles when he sees her close her eyes with her mouth hanging open after seeing the size of his torso.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

The camera stayed on the stool, lens pointed at nothing. Mara’s shirt hung open, then was gone entirely. Elise’s fingers worked the button of her jeans next, slow enough that the sound of the zipper felt louder than the soft click of the shutter had been. Dominic stood behind Mara the entire time, chest bare against her back, hands resting lightly on her hips while his wife undressed her. When the jeans and underwear were pushed down, Mara stepped out of them barefoot on the seamless paper. The studio lights were still at full power—no shadows to hide in, every flush and wetness visible.

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

The taste of despair disguised as calm. The one we’re taught to swallow with elegance. But not this time. Not me. I am not a woman to be replaced. I am Cassandra. I rise, naked beneath the silk dress. And in the mirror, I meet another woman. A wounded woman, yes, but sharp, ready. I think back to his absences. To those nights when he stopped responding. To that foreign perfume on his collar. To that vacant look that told me everything without saying it. And I understand.