Miles Mckenna Nude Novels & Stories

They started to disrobe. McKenzie was the fastest, maybe because I'd seen her naked before. She pulled her pants and panties off in one smooth movement, revealing that 7.5 inch cock I'd seen before, hard, pressing against her belly as she bent over to pull off her socks. Then she slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting her big breasts spill out, slapping gently against her chest. She looked like a goddess, standing with her hands on her hips and her shaved cock standing out proudly.

Or maybe it was just my horny self imagining things, I couldn't tell. From where McKenzie was standing under the rays of light that was reflecting through the window, her eyes looked greenish and there was this dainty sparkle in them that made them shine so vibrantly. It was mesmerizing. And apparently , McKenzie wasn't lying when she told me that she had lots of beauty marks on her body. They were there, littering most part of her skin and the little things were making the offer even more tempting but no no , I was not going to give in so easily. I'm delivering myself from temptation

Watching her with hooded eyes, Annie realized she must be drunk. Michele seemed to be looking directly into Annie's eyes as she began to push down at her waistband. She stepped out of the tangle of track pants at her feet, grabbed the hem of her tank top and struggled to pull it and her sports bra over her head. Freeing herself, she dropped the tops and stood for a moment above Annie, totally naked in the dark, swaying slightly. Annie had held very still, unsure of what to do. She had wanted to reach out, to touch her, but Michele had stepped away before she could overcome her own reluctance. She watched as the stronger girl sat down heavily on her bed, admired he long calves. Michele was as

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.

However, by now I was certain both alphas—if not, most of the pack—had already had their morning shower so I would have the communal bathroom to myself. I should have known better though. The Goddess Celine planned on making my life as difficult as she could. As I rounded the corner into the bathroom, my feet stumbled to a pause. Miles stood, facing the mirror as he trimmed and neatened his beard. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, ink swirling across every inch of bare skin almost as if the tendrils had a life of their own.

~Mckenna My basement, the only place in this house where I can actually breathe. The walls are completely soundproofed, which is a necessity for my line of work. I’m nineteen now, and after a year of doing this, I’ve turned my workspace into a high-tech sanctuary. My setup is professional. Three large ring lights surround me, washing my skin in a soft, perfect glow that hides any flaws. A high-definition camera sits on a sturdy tripod, capturing every move I make for the hundreds of men currently watching me live. My monitors are filled with a scrolling chat of thirsty comments and a constant stream of digital tips.

Even Miranda, who grew up in California knew who that couple was. “Do you have any evidence to support that scandal, Kelly? It would only be a rumor if we don’t have any evidence,” I inquired hopefully. Kelly grinned at me and dotted something on her phone. A few seconds later when she presented a few photographs right in front of my face. It was Aerah with Finn Johnson, both naked and together on the same bed. She slid the photos several times to show me more pictures, making me smile even more. Gross. “Oh, I found a video, too. Geez, this is a sex scandal.”

"I know a grade-A bullshitter when I meet one." I giggled when Miles snickered at his own words. "You ever posed nude?" He squinted at me. "Some photographers and agents can be total pervs." "Yeah. Some definitely are," I muttered. "Just semi-nude. No nips." "Hey. No judgment here." I chuckled. "Thanks for hearting my photos, by the way." Miles glanced away and grinned timidly. "I wasn't stalking you online, to be perfectly clear," he mumbled with a throaty chuckle.

That wouldn't stop what's coming. “Next!” I noticed her body trembling when I said this, and she looked up to see two more naked men walking into the room. Their dicks only longed to be sucked by her. I followed her like a hawk, not ready to miss any reaction. The desperation in her eyes was enough to keep me at peace for the next five years. “Suck on it!” I took a seat and took out my phone. I needed to show the world what Andromeda MacKnight did for a living now.

I am sitting there, on the creaking bed, slumped like a man drained of everything, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone that refuses to turn off, as if it wants to force me to confront what I have always refused to see, over and over again, that frozen photo that tears at my insides. She is there, lying down, pale, hooked up to machines that seem to breathe for her, her face marked, swollen, damaged, as if the world had relentlessly made her pay for something she never committed, and here I am, miles away, geographically and morally, powerless, pathetic, terrified.