Molly Bernard Nude Novels & Stories

Bernard stared at her and rested his hand on his lips. He approached the bed slowly and positioned himself above the girl. He bent his knees on the both sides of Clara's thighs as he tried to pull down her gown. He threw her gown to the floor and he gasped as he saw the skin with porcelain texture laying half naked under his body. She only had a pair of half scooped bra and a black sheer transparent underwear.

Molly said tartly to her son, picking up her own bag. When the group reassembled some ten minutes later, Cara and Sarah were both totally nude, and blushing slightly from the attention of each other's brother, Jack was wearing loose shorts, as was Molly, her breasts uncovered and the cause of furtive - and not so furtive - looks from the boys. Jill came down wearing shorts and a bikini top, but after sitting quietly for a while, reached behind and unhooked her bikini top, casting it aside, Greg and John taking quick appraising looks while trying not to stare. Greg and John wore shorts, but after a whispered conversation with the girls, took them off, each revealing a semi-erect prick and a f

He needed a distraction before taking care of that asshole Noah and taking back what belonged to him. Molly arrived within minutes. She was wearing a low cut silk top paired with a leather mini skirt. Serena would never wear something so trashy, Shane thought. "Hey baby," Molly said in her seductive voice that most guys consider sexy, but it only irritated him further. "Oh no, sweetie! Who did this to your face?" she pouted. "I'm not in the mood for small talk. Take that ugly thing off. It's an eyesore," Shane pointed at her shirt.

Molly shot him a grin, pushed up her heavy boobs together and tried to take both nipples in her mouth. "Hot damn," Hank hissed from behind the camera, watching her with rapt attention. "Whoo, Dave, she's a nasty one! Where did you get her?" Molly grinned at them, sucking harder before displaying her wet nipples for all to see. The flimsy thong she had on rapidly grew wet with each instruction that Dave fired. "Bounce them for the camera. Men like that shit. Bounce them and pretend there's a cock lodged between those tits."

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Licking and sucking with wild abandonment, a relieved Molly heard the brown naked woman on top of her finally scream out her excruciating climax. Then she felt the other woman's dead weight. Mrs. Iglesais, exhausted, had collapsed on top of her. They lay there strangely silent. Both women panting wildly—waiting to catch their breath. "Will you get off me, now?" Molly asked. "Sure," Erlinda gloated. "Maybe you can do me again sometime," she laughed, taunting Molly. Molly surprised even herself. With her mouth still covered with Erlinda's thick translucent juice she said angrily.

"Now I have to wonder if you said that to prove your innocence or just because you wanted to get a better look at me." I tried to resist, I really did, but it felt like a gravitational pull as my head shifted on my pillow to look over at the door. Molly was still naked, unsurprisingly, and looked even sexier than earlier thanks to the stray traces of water she hadn't dried off. If anything, the view was even more scandalous than any I'd had before as from my lower position I was able to make out her pussy in much greater detail. I swallowed nervously as I couldn't help but wonder if she was as turned on as I was.

And suddenly Lexi knew exactly what she needed to do. Molly stood naked in front of the tent. Her father was standing right next to her. Her Mom was over by the car, hanging up their piss-soaked clothes. Molly knew she should be embarrassed, standing naked in front of her parents. But something about the way her Daddy looked at her when she exposed herself. It made her want to be nude for him all the time.

Molly hugged her son, hiding her breasts in the foam-filled tub. "But... You could have waited until we left! You don’t even respect my son!" "Our son," Braston corrected. "What he’s seeing is a man who can’t even remove his underwear near his own wife. It’s you who shouldn’t be looking at me like you are." He glanced at her, smiling slyly as he noticed her cheeks blush. "I... I, I’m not looking," Molly stammered, embarrassed. Too shy to get out of the tub without a towel nearby, she curled up even more.

"Now remove everything but your panties, then cover your breasts with your arm while you snake your hand between your legs." I swallowed hard as I removed everything but my panties. The cool air in the room nipped at my hard buds just as Drake stole more photos. I covered my breasts before I slipped my hand inside my panties and circled my clit. As soon as my mouth parted and a moan came out, Drake clicked the camera. "Play with yourself, Molly. Let me see your face as you bring yourself close to exploding." His voice was so deep and gritty that it sent shivers down my spine.