Monique Cook Nude Novels & Stories

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.

“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

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.