Morgan Griffin Nude Novels & Stories

Inside the boat that took my men and I back to the mainland, I sat down, reading a newspaper when Stone walked in with updates on Miss Kim and Grace. While I can't touch Miss Kim for now, Dealing with Grace isn't a problem. After I carried Katalina into her room yesterday morning, Stone had the girls taken to Miss Kim's apartment, where he continued filming their debauchery. “Take a look, boss.” Stone handed me a phone. On it was the clip of Grace. She was naked and on her knees. She was kneeling in front of a man whose face was out of shot. She had his cock in her mouth and was staring at him with glazed eyes. Slippery saliva was gushing out of her mouth as he swayed back and forth, thrusti

"Don't hate me, bestie, but I'd like to join them, Jessie too. You mind if I go nude?" Ella eye-fucked her friend. "Really? Oh, Molly. Me too." She watched Molly take her clothes off. "Can I try it too?" Molly got up and tossed off her tank top, showing us her perfect breasts. Elle enthusiastically followed. Jim and I, on our bed naked. Me soaked, him hard. On one screen our son and his best friend are in a sixty-nine, sucking each other's cock and now, on the other two teen girls are stripping. Neither Jim or I are touching each other or ourselves. We promised. Nothing till the kids are done. I'm dying. My pussy is running and quivering with need. Jim's cock is running pre-cum and pulsing.

She wet her lips and arched involuntarily as his sure fingers moved higher up her softened thighs, bringing her closer to the edge of the sofa as he delved between her damp curls. Gloriana was slick and ready, and Griffin lowered his head and devoured her with his lips, his tongue, his fingers. She made the sexiest noises he’d ever heard, and when she came, he thought he might too, drinking at her until he had fully sated himself with her taste. Then Griffin rose and felt like a king as he looked down upon her pliant flushed nudity. His heart lurched, and desperation and need grabbed him by the throat as he quickly stripped off his clothing and rolled a condom over his now painful erection.

His heart pounding in his chest. "My map." He said his voice just barely above a whisper. Morgan turned around looking at the desk. The word Chris shouting in her mind. Gavin almost tripped on his pants. They were around his ankles as he tried to rush to the other side of the desk. He kicked them off and continued completely naked. Morgan grabbed the dry shirt pulling it over her head before following Gavin. "Gavin." Morgan said, trying to get his attention.

The pain was blinding, but I bit my tongue, refusing to cry out. My eyes locked onto her, my voice low and deadly. "You'll regret this!" "Still mouthing off?" she snarled, swinging the stand again and again. As I teetered on the edge of consciousness, a shout cut through the chaos. "Mr. Griffin's here!" The room froze, the blows halting mid-air. The crowd parted, their eyes turning to the entrance. Morgan's smug mask melted into fake tears. Clutching her neck, she ran to Nick, sobbing like a damsel in a bad movie. "You're finally here, Nick! I was so scared!"

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Why keep up the thin paper window of politeness? Ray ignored both the soup and the offered spoon. He took another drag on his cigarette, voice flat: “You’re not the only one who wants that role. So tell me—why you? On what grounds should I give it to you?” Morgan wasn’t flustered. She didn’t rush. Instead, she hooked a fingertip under the edge of her dress, letting the fabric slide off in one fluid motion. There was nothing else beneath. Her body—toned from years of gym routines—unfolded before him, curves sharp yet soft, a sculpted prize on display.