Monique Cook Nude Novels & Stories

" Trina said while Bernard was still silent in shock. He didn't see all these things coming. Monica responded by lifting herself up to a kneeling position and snucked both of her legs between his legs. He spread his legs to accommodate her. She was naked and her teen "D" cup breast were firm. He had noticed when she moved between his legs that her pussy was trimmed to a neat, dark triangle. He watched as she picked up his flaccid but rapidly hardening dick and spit on the head. She stroked his shaft several times before lowering her mouth to his dick-head while looking directly into his eyes. She stroked her hand down his shaft to his balls with one hand and held the skin tight on his dick.

In addition to the picture of her chest being exposed, she also saw the picture of him changing clothes and naked. The scene was so beautiful that her face turned red. Monique was too embarrassed to raise her head, so she had to bury her head in her legs.

I’m the one watching her slide the straps of her black dress until it pools around her feet. Her naked body lays bare for me to see. Her rosy puckered nipples. That soft strip of rust-colored hair on her mound. My mouth goes dry, my cock hard as a rock under my slacks. Not breaking eye contact, Monica slides over to her bed and parts her legs. “Open up for me,” I murmur. “Show me where you want my cock.”

As she stood watching, he pulled his own underwear down, and then he stood naked before her. Damn. He was firm, defined, not cut in the way a body builder would be, but there was little fat on him, that was for certain. As Monique stared, the realization that both of them were standing naked in front of each other hit her. God, he looked so good. His body was massive, a barrel chest tapering in a ‘V’ from broad shoulders to waist. And below that… Damn, damn, damn. He was nice. Very nice. She bit down on her lower lip as he twitched, bobbing in response to her hungry gaze.

As if I'm interested. Monique is my bestfriend. She's one year younger than me but she got pregnant first before me. Excellent, right? How should i say this? Monique got pregnant at a age of 18 for some private reason. Her parents are the one taken care of her children while we do the plan i made. At the age of 20, Monique looks mature but i tell you, she's not that mature. You can tell that she's mature by her outside appearance. Her hair is blonde brown short hair, just above her shoulders. She is tall, and fair. She's also slim, but have a curves that many women wants to have. but I'm the sexiest!

Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out. " Woah!! Nicki you look like a fairy princess" merrissa said " You look like a mermaid" naina said " You guys should look very closely, can't you see she looks like a gangster, a crazy one at that" silver said and they all burst into laughter, except for Nicki who frowned her face. " That's not funny" Nicki pouted " Did you just pouted" silver asked " Nooo" Nicki denied. " But I saw it , you look so cute when you pout" silver cupped her cheeks and Nicki yanked her hand off her cheeks and they all laughed......

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.

she commented. "Yeah, I'm uh- hard to please," I tried to joke. "No kidding!" Monica teased. I glanced over at her and she gave me a momentary smirk, replaced by one of unaware innocence. She was standing up from the couch now, and reached one arm over her shoulder to scratch her back. It pulled the fabric of her top in a way that revealed half of her abdomen; exposing her skin along one side of her stomach. I reveled in the sight, admiring the smooth contour of a young body that still had an enticing curve indenting before her hip.

The thought made her horny. When she finished, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her damp, flushed body, and sank into the rumpled sheets of her bed. Monica’s bedroom was a mess, with clothes draped over the chair, a half-full water glass on the floor, and a few stray shoes scattered near the dresser. A notebook lay open, its pages bent and scribbled on, while a hairbrush tangled with strands of hair and a pair of socks lay on her desk. Monica’s fingers moved to her laptop, opening a p**n site. She typed in ‘large group orgy,’ and the screen exploded with writhing bodies, slick with sweat, pressing and grinding against each other.

They were afraid and because they knew she was the real boss. Monique was almost bald and her face looked like a swollen pig. There was also blood on some parts of her scalp, but it was not finished yet. She continued and cut her dress. Monique tried to resist but failed. Alexy was like one of those Amazonian warriors so what can she do? She pierced everything until her body was naked for all to see. She didn't try to cover her body, because she already lost all her strength from resisting. After that, Alexandria went out of the building, walking like a barefoot queen. Glanced at the building one more time and then she disappeared into the crowd.