Miles Mckenna Nude Novels & Stories

I probably would have been okay to get some sleep, but something kept me up, checking over him like a mama hen. Footsteps creak on the stairs behind me, and I turn to greet him. My words catch in my throat. Miles stands in the doorway, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hang loosely on his hips. His dirty blonde hair loose around his shoulders instead of in its usual bun. The bandages I applied last night cover parts of his torso, but they can't hide the defined muscles underneath. Various tattoos peek out between the gauze - nothing excessive like some of the other club members, just elegant line work that complements his frame.

I have never found out who has been sending these messages, but they have always been accurate, painfully so. With trembling fingers, I open the message. It is a photo, and for a moment, my brain cannot process what I am seeing. Then it clicks. Miles is lying shirtless in an unfamiliar bed, his chest bare and his eyes closed. Beside him sits Roxy, wrapped only in a towel, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders, her hand resting on Miles' arm. The image is intimate and damning.

I start scrolling and sure enough, there is a picture of me, a naked picture of me that has gone viral. I have no idea when this picture was taken, but it looks like it's in Mack's old living room. I'm sitting naked on the table, legs spread with my hand between them. My eyes are closed and my head is leaned back, pushing my breasts forward. It's obvious that it's a screenshot from Mack's Instagram account. His handle name is right on the top. The caption makes me start to hyperventilate. News Four Sports Producer by day, soccer groupie by night…Tiffany Wendel is the reining champion of the Texas Mutiny's Blow Job Races. Easy on the eyes and easy in the bedroom. She's the man of Rowen Flanig

Which was her normal look so I couldn't tell what was going on. I turned to Mrs. McKenzie. The same Mrs. McKenzie who had run into me in the sex shop down the street and had suggested I get the G-spot vibrator. Her smile was fixed and for some reason it looked like she was avoiding eye contact. Jenna had a Bible in her hand. It was one of those black leather types that was big but not so big that you couldn't put it in a bag. That was the first sign of impending danger. Her cherry complexion and pleasant face were highlighted by her white blonde hair. She didn't have makeup on but would easy turn heads if she was to walk into a bar. Her cream suit gave off an authoritative vibe.

And everyone knew it. Miles watched him from the opposite bench, towel slung around his neck, blond hair dark with water and sticking up in spikes. Taller—six-one—broader shoulders, the kind of build that made coaches drool over potential linebacker conversions. Pale skin still pink from exertion, freckles scattered across his nose and collarbones. His gym shorts were tented obviously. He didn’t bother hiding it anymore. “You gonna keep pretending that ankle’s fucked, or are you gonna come over here?” Miles asked, voice low, rough from shouting on the field.

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

Then they said I had to play again, this time with Trina, as we were the only two still dressed. We began and I quickly found myself in a difficult position, with my ass right in Trina's face. This time I wasn't as shocked when I felt Trina begin to suck on my pussy, and controlling myself as Mike called out Trina's next color, Trina had to stop when I reached for my next position. But she fell and I was left the only one with clothes on after Trina had stripped naked. I had never seen such big nipples before. They were almost three inches across and the ends stuck out at least a half an inch. Like Vicky, she had absolutely no hair on her pussy and her slit was easily visible as she stood th

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.

Two bodies moved in unison in the tightly spaced car,their body bare and free of clothing as they humped eachother, Mikhaila's hand was raised to the roof of the car as the guy that was underneath her kept slamming her down on his cock,they have been going at it for minutes and non of them could bring their self to have an orgasm,it was getting tiring for her but it was more like she was letting steam out by letting the unknown man underneath her fuck her like he owned her,she had tried to close her eyes and picture Alek underneath her but something at the back of her mind kept bringing Amber into the picture and she didn't like it,not only was her fantasy not coming true the guy was gruntin