Monique Cook Nude Novels & Stories

“It’s such a shame to cover those breasts up, it’s like covering up the Mona Lisa or The David. They are a bloody work of art.” Monica has no response to that, she just laughs and pull on the shirt. Her cheeks already blushing with the idea of how much close they have grown into 24hours and it's fucking suffocating for her. It was a marriage convincing to her and him. Who could ever think that they would crawl into each other's space, time and body? One of his shirts that falls down her thighs. She puts her hair up and ties neatly before putting on a show of how she looks delicious and every man's wet dream. She paints her lips dark brown and her eyes so full of sunshine it looks like she wa

I look up at him, tired, drained. — They’re exaggerating everything. It’s nothing like they describe. He steps closer, hands me his phone. His face is pale. — Do you know what Le Monde is saying? That you’re the “unofficial companion of Alexandre Delcourt.” That there’s a “discreet yet persistent” relationship between him and my personal assistant. And that Daniel is the “disruptive third party.” I read the words. And this time, I feel the ground sway beneath my feet.

"How'd you know? Were you stalking me, Monique? You a paparazzi or something?" "I'm really amazed by your hard work, Amora." Monique's voice was filled with sarcasm. "But I'm curious though. How many còcks are you able to eat up every night? Like the average." I lost it. I stopped munching my food, offended by those words. The students around us laughed and snickered too. "If I were you I'd shut up my mouth." "Oh come on, don't be mad. I was just asking." Monique didn't stop pushing me to my limits. "Besides, if I were born poor like you, with no family or friends, I would suck someone's dìck for a few dollars too―Argghhhh!"

I smirked. Monique brought out a rare type of high heels and put them on my feet. She stood behind me, lovingly touching my shoulders and smiling at me as we stood behind the mirror. " Look at you, all eyes will be on you," she purred, smacking my ass and I gape at her. We both burst into fits of laughter. Monique picked a lovely sequin dress that held onto her body like a glove, it showed off her exquisite bodyline and cleavage.

Surely, I must have been hallucinating. “Oh… yeah… please…” The disgusting sounds came again, and I turned my head to confirm where it was coming from. I was shocked to find Monique with her legs spread wide apart and her fingers buried between them. Her mini skirt was practically nonexistent at this point and her eyes were fixed on me as she obscenely continued to touch herself without shame. “Yes, Lucius… look at me… I am in the fucking right direction. Please, I need you…” she continued moaning like a cheap whore.

she asks, almost shyly, since I don't move but keep watching God's creation in front of me. I touch myself and pump slowly up and down watching her. There is so much I want to do, so much I want to tell.... Monique raises her head, looking at me, her eyes dipping to my painfully hard cock. Her mouth opens on a small O, her eyes widening slightly. Immediately, her lips twitch up, and a mischievous smile appears on her face. She sits up and then gets down on all fours, moving toward me with a sensuous glide of her limbs that stops my breath. Especially when she licks her lips, looking at me from beneath her lashes and tempting me.

Her hand found what was left of my genitals and she said, "Oh No! Your dick and balls are gone!" "They will be back. Maybe not until spring, but they will be back." I noticed how hard her nipples were and how puckered her areola were as well. We spread the towels and lay on them. In minutes we were almost dry. In half an hour I again had a cock. Monica's nipples were still hard from almost being frozen. The view from our dock was wonderful, the trees mountains and the light playing on the surface of the lake were better than a postcard. The view of Monica was even better.

Always flashing those huge tits in her tight uniform, flirting with cops, and acting like she was untouchable. She wasn’t untouchable today. She was deepthroating almost eight inches, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her massive tits. I could hear how soaked her cunt was as the guy fingered her. Eventually the guy noticed us. His eyes went wide with panic. He shoved Monica off his cock and tried to zip up, but it was too late. “Everybody freeze!” I barked. We yanked them both out of the car. His dick was still hard and hanging out. Monica was half-naked, tits out, skirt bunched up, her pussy glistening. We cuffed them immediately.