Nikki Cox Nudes Novels & Stories

I can’t wait to see you again…… ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ N: Never apologize for sending me a picture like that. The things I want to do to that….to you. Here’s what you do to me….be careful when playing the video; sounds are on….. P: Damn, Nikki! I think that might be one of the sexiest things I’ve seen in a long time. The minute I see you…..GODDESS!

Was she able to stop herself? Would she cum? Did she even care or remember that I was in the room? All of the sudden, Nick stood up. Lori pulled open her dress and let her beautiful perfect tits spring free. I had never seen her nipples so long and hard before. Like with Mandi, Nick took his cue. He stood in front of her but this time completely removed his bottoms. His massive cock sprung forward.

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now. Niku started setting up a pair of cameras on tripods that were aimed at the living room. She added two lights with white, reflective backgrounds. It was such a practiced operation. I just stood there in the doorway, trembling. My pussy dripped beneath my conservative dress. Mrs. Miller took my hand and led me to the center. "This is Annie Green, the preacher's virgin daughter, and she wants to be a p**n star." "So badly," I moaned as Niku moved about with a third camera and filmed me.

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

The picture was so vivid, I almost let out a scream, chocking on the juices of the fruit in my mouth. It was insane! My core throbbed wildly from the image in my mind. God! What was happening to me? I needed a damn cold shower. And again - a flash of Nico standing there in the shower – naked, he was gorgeous, damn him to hell. So unashamed of his body. Everything about him screamed sex, from the sculpted, tattooed muscles of his chest to his hard, washboard abs and his… The blood rushed to my face.

I cracked the door open just enough to see him. Nick stood in the hallway wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His hair was damp from a shower, chest and abs glistening slightly. The man was built like someone who lived in the gym…. broad shoulders, defined arms, that perfect V-cut disappearing into the waistband of his underwear. And right there, impossible to ignore, was the clear outline of his cock pressing against the thin fabric. I tried very hard not to stare. “Nick,” I breathed, voice hoarse. “Hey. I’m… I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

“You can watch them. That’s what they want.” “It’s pornography.” “It’s better than pornography,” I shot back, widening my legs a little more. “It involves all the senses… sight, smell, taste. Just take a look. You might find you enjoy it.” You uptight cunt. She cleared her throat, her gaze darting to Kym who was eating out Jessika while Mr. Franklin fucked her from behind. I watched the color rise in Cox’s cheeks, the flush breaking out over her cheekbones. She was turned on by this. Was it the dynamic, or was it because of the girl-on-girl action? I wouldn’t have fucking pegged her for a pussy diver.

Nindi said seriously. "She really is. She's actually pretty." "Ccihhh, thats just your reason. Do you really like her? I'm uncomfortable." Nindi continued. "Be patience. That she is," said Yudha, dont want to make the problem long. "Shit! Ask your wife to open her niqab. She is just like a terrorist. Do you want to bring her to your company meeting with thats model?! " Nindi still snapped. "Later, i will bring Ayu," said Yudha.

Then— Bingo. A photo from last week: Nikki in a lace bra, pouting at the camera with the caption "ur missing out." Noah's response? "Busy." I smirked. Perfect. With quick fingers, I forwarded every incriminating photo to myself. Blackmail material secured. I scrolled through their older texts, and I saw another pic. It was a pic of her in absolutely nothing. She had her fake ass tits out, with her legs widened so her pussy could be in view.