Monica Patterson Nude Novels & Stories

She saw how broad his shoulders and chest were and wondered how it would feel to sleep on his chest. Jonathan removed his pair of trousers remaining only with his boxer, and jumped into the water. His hair lay flat, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. When Monica saw how related Jonathan was, she decided to get into the water as well. She removed her top and pair of trousers and jumped into the water wearing only a bra and pants. She swam towards Jonathan, who was pleasantly surprised to see her.

So she would help. Underneath her sweater, she wore a pink lace bra that she absolutely was not going to taint with flavored syrup. She reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp, then let the bra fall to the floor. Tom's gaze was fixed on her bare chest now, his mouth slightly agape. "I'm sure you taste fine without syrup," he said, sounding distracted. Actually he croaked. Monica almost laughed. "I do, but that is beside the point." She unzipped her skirt and slid it down her hips, taking her time, wriggling around enough to put on a proper strip show.

I even started contemplating getting up and peeking into her room to see if I could glimpse what she was up to. It never came to that. I was startled to hear the front door open. I swung my head around and saw Monica trot in. She wasn't even *here*? She was wearing a tiny pair of gym shorts and a thin tank-top. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her hair matted down. "Hey!" she breathed, "I decided to hit up the gym room you guys have here."

Nana asked. "It should be, I will open it," Monica said, knocking on the door, and opened it directly without waiting for an answer, but he didn't expect to see a scene which made him raise his eyebrow, there he saw panties, no, it should be a girl that fell down, showing her panties right toward him and Nana. Monica nodded, but then his eyes were covered by Nana. Monica was often wondering whether he was a harem protagonist since his luck with a girl was very good, right?

She raised her arms, letting me strip it off her, leaving her in a lacy black bra that did nothing to hide the heavy rise and fall of her chest. I stepped back for a second, just to look at her. Behind her, on the wall of monitors, Monica Blackwood was still staring at her laptop, completely unaware. The difference was intoxicating. Our enemy was frozen in digital amber while the woman who defeated her sat half-naked on my desk, glowing with power. "You are breathtaking," I said. I moved back in, my hands finding the waistband of her leggings. I peeled them down her legs, taking her panties with them, until she was completely bare to me. She kicked them away, wrapping her legs around my wais

NELSON. Pat stood there trembling, her small perky tits already heaving, nipples stiff and pointing straight out. She had just whispered “Okay…” and sealed her fate. “Strip completely, Pat,” I ordered, my voice deep and commanding. “I want to see everything.” Pat’s hands shook as she finished pulling off her uniform. She unhooked her bra and let her small B-cup tits bounce free. They were perky with small pink nipples. Then she slid her white panties down her slim legs, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy that was already wet and glistening. She stood there naked, looking nervous but undeniably turned on.

That would make them well acquainted and could possibly make them accomplices but it still didn't explain why they targeted this pack. My phone vibrated with a message notification from an unknown number. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the message to find a video to which I then played. A battered, bruised, and very naked Monica appeared on screen. Her breathing was labored, chest barely rising and falling. Whoever had her had silver shackles on her wrists, holding her arms above her head. The floor itself seemed to be made of silver. I could only imagine the pain she must have been feeling.

I finally turned back to look her in the face, grinning from ear to ear. 'Damn, boy. Someone is begging to be laid.' My subconscious teased. "Shut up!" I cautioned, shutting my head to eject the unholy thoughts I had of Monica. She was putting on a dark blue strapless crop top that pushed the top of her full breasts upward. The warm light from the chandelier settled on the summit of her breast that it got my mind zoning into unchaste imaginations. She wore a black short that complemented her light brown skin, exposing a perfect pair of shapely legs. She had a tiny ring fixed to her belly button, collecting the remaining ray of light from the chandelier.

Monica stopped beside him, and I heard her clearly. “Stas, I’m so glad you accepted my offer. Get up on the runway before Nadya runs away.” She briskly pushed the stunned Darvin forward and positioned him herself. She placed one of his hands on my hip and the other just above my chest. The pose was eerily similar to the one from our photoshoot. I couldn’t breathe when his hot hands touched my bare skin. My knees trembled, and when Stas felt them give way, he pulled me closer. As Monica stepped down, he murmured near my ear,

As if Heath weren’t enough now, she had to deal with Monica. “What do you want Monica?” “I just stopped in to visit with my husband and what do I find? You, being intimate with him and talking about your son. When did this happen? I bet he’s a sweet little boy. Should I be thanking you for ruining your figure, so I don’t have to? Stay away from my husband. Or this time I will make sure your life’s ruined forever.” The years hadn’t been kind to Monica. She may wear Louis Vuitton, Burberry, and Gucci handbag. With her perfect hair and makeup, Monica still looked like a pig wearing lipstick. Something was off with her appearance, and Ivy couldn’t place why her appearance looked off, either. Rig