Morgan Joyce Nude Novels & Stories

Then, I freeze. Someone is breathing in the room. And it isn't me. My heart hammer against my ribs. I lunge for the nearest heavy object on the nightstand, gripping it tight. My eyes lock on the bathroom door as it slowly creaks open. Three women step out. They are completely naked, their skin glowing under the flickering blue light of the room. One is a black girl with a thick, heavy ass that swayed with every step. Beside her is a caramel-skinned woman with massive, heavy breasts that bounced slightly. Then there is a slim white girl, her pale skin contrasting sharply against the grime of the motel.

Joyce said and winked. Just when I thought the conversation would die down, she hit her hands together and her eyes brightened "Do you suck his breasts?" She asked. "His breasts? He's not a woman," I replied, rolling my eyes. Joyce giggled "I mean, his nipples. If you ain't doing that, then you've been missing a lot," Joyce closed her eyes and her expression was as if she was reminiscing on something that made her very wet down there. "Place two fingers into your mouth, then move it to the nipples, rub them gently, make him moan and when you see the expression on his face, you move in and bite the nipples gently..."