Meagan Hall Nudes Novels & Stories

We were shooting the shit and having beers in the kitchen when Megan and her friend Cecile came home from school. Megan was a skinny blonde whose best feature was her long legs, despite only being 5'5". Her friend Cecile was 5'8" and had long, wavy brown hair and all the curves in the right places. They were both wearing similar t-shirts and shorts, probably just coming from a gym class. Megan's clothes were loose on her, but when she bent over to put down her bag, you could see up the leg of her shorts and catch a glimpse of her lace panties underneath.

I always choose that hotel because it was in my territory, and I was comfortable there, even the most powerful man has enemies. " Are you ready Rhone?" "Yes I... I am", stumbling over my words, "Wow, You look...gorgeous,” Megan wore a knee-length, no sleeve, yellow dress. Her hair was in a high ponytail. I couldn't tell if she was in make-up, her lips were bare and her face was flawless. Wow! Beauty lays within this ebony queen. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?" She inquired. "Nothing, it's just that... you look great,”

God, what’s happening to me, this woman will end up killing me… I lie on the wooden bench of the locker room, I took off my shirt that was completely stuck to my sweat body, I already got rid off the shorts that are tight on my thighs, I’m lying on my back on the wooden bench and I smile looking at Maggie photo I took when she was in bed, there’s nothing obscene about it, it’s just her face, we had just finishing making love and she stares at the camera with those brown eyes still hot and infatuated from pleasure, her red and plump lips open in a careless smile, she’s the image of feminine pleasure, ecstasy, her short little hair gives her the air of a naughty girl and I love how her naughty

Caleb heard the water turn on in Megan’s bathroom, and he almost groaned aloud. Was she taking a bath? A shower? Either way, she’d be naked, and only a room away. He gritted his teeth as the inevitable images of her wet, naked, and flushed from the heat of her bath filled his mind.

"Jean Mitchell, don't think that everyone is a slut like you. Show me the proof if you can!" The next second, Jenny turned on the projector in the meeting room. A picture of a naked Lorraine Hill and Willie Castillo hugging together, appeared on the huge screen. Jean shrugged. "There. There’s the proof you wanted."

Shall we go to the other room? Megan put her dress and bra back on, smiling, and accepted her friend's invitation. They waited next to Clara who was sucking the hard cock and when she stopped and masturbated it until the spurt splashed on the floor next to her, with a wide smile, she accompanied her friends to the other room. The room of pain.

Her blond hair was up in a messy but elegant updo and she had pink and iridescent makeup that gave her an ethereal look. Meagan wore a white modest dress that had a fitted lace overlay that covered her chest and her arms, and it flared at the waist and was longer in the back than the front. Her hair was straightened and flowed like spun gold down her back. She kept her makeup nude with a shimmer of gold.

My cock begged for release. Megan slid carefully from my lap, standing in front of me as Morgan continued forcing my lips against her own. Releasing me, she pushed my head to the side, directing me to watch as her sister slowly undressed, her pants sliding down to her knees – then ankles, as she stepped out of her clothing. Her body was flawless. I sucked in my breath and groaned at the sight of her.

Belinda staggered as Yolanda pushed her out of the way and stormed out of the chamber. “Yo…” Megan heaved a loud sigh and shook her head. “Ignore her, Belinda.” Megan uttered, and got out of the bed, all naked. Belinda lowered her head and turned her back so that she wouldn’t look at Megan. Megan looked at her and noticed she was hiding her face. “Hey…” She said and giggled. “Why are you looking away? We are both women, and this isn’t the first time you are seeing me naked. We bathe together almost everyday.” Megan added.

She pushes the fabric off my shoulders, and her eyes travel over my upper body. "Fuck, Lorenzo. You're gorgeous." She runs her hands over my torso and kisses my neck, my chest, my abs, leaving a trail of fire wherever her lips touch. I take off my belt and unfasten the button and the fly of my slacks. They fall to the ground, and I kick them away. My boxer briefs follow. I stand naked before Megan. Her eyes focus on my rock-hard erection, and her mouth opens slightly. "You're big," she says, and the hunger in her eyes makes me groan.