Pan Piano Nude Novels & Stories

I asked myself, I took the cell phone that I had to one side and with the light of the screen I prepared to shine towards his bed. "It can't be" I brought my hand to my mouth with what I was witnessing. Piper was lying naked on her back while Trisha was on top with her face immersed in her vagina making movements with her tongue, she took her legs, opening them like a scissors, at the same time inserting two fingers into her vagina over and over again at any point. address. What I saw was enough for me, I pressed the lock button on my cell phone and got back on the bed.

Dante's POV Last night had been something I would carry with me for the rest of my life. The image of Lia bent over my piano was seared into my mind like a brand. Completely naked, back arched beautifully, her hands obediently spreading her ass open while I drove into her from behind. The way her pussy had looked stretched tight around my cock, glistening and creaming with every deep thrust. The broken, desperate sounds she made when she came the second time — raw, shattered moans that filled the penthouse. And the way she’d whimpered so prettily when I slowly pushed that melting ice cube into her tight little ass… all of it while my father watched on video call.

Watching the way his back flexes and moves while he cooks is all the inspiration I need, imagining his back flexing similarly when he is doing work on top of me. His ass in those jeans is amazing. They hug each cheek perfectly, hanging snug then loosening below his thighs. Those powerful, amazing thighs. "Hey, I’m going to glaze the pan with wine. Do you want a gla—" He turns to ask me, then freezes when he sees my practically naked body and my hands working hard at pleasuring myself. I smile in my erotic daze, moaning softly as my finger circles that perfect spot just above my nub. "Vivian," he groans, "what are you doing?"

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Carena: I gulped hard, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. My ears were practically buzzing. There's just no way he could whistle when he couldn't even let out a sigh too loud. He stood there shirtless, clad only in black pants. His hair was damp as if he'd just stepped out of the shower, and his abs gleamed as if he'd slicked them with oil, though it must have been water. In one hand, he held a spatula, likely whipping up pancakes. My mind slowly grasped the reality of what I was witnessing. It was truly him, not some figment of my imagination or, should I say, a nightmare.

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 pointed to the burner as his head got out from the cupboard. "I'm looking for a specific pan to fry the omelette. You know the non sticky one". I looked at him dumbfoundedly, my eyes flicking to the pan he held in his hands. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him that that was the pan he had been looking for. "You still don't know how to cook, do you?", I teased, making him squirm. "Fine", he sighed, his shoulders lifting in a shrug as he straightened. "I was hoping you were going to wake up if I made noise hard enough. I don't know how to cook to save my life".

Each featured nude women bound in various positions, their expressions twisted in unmistakable pain and terror. These weren't art. They were a monster's fantasies documented on canvas. I forced myself to stay calm, knowing panic wouldn't help me escape. "Lance, let me go now and I'll keep this quiet. This never happened." He studied my face with increasing excitement. "You truly are the perfect muse I've been searching for. Absolutely perfect." His fingers reached out, trailing across my cheek, down my jaw and neck, before finally resting on my pregnant belly. The touch made my skin crawl.

They shook uncontrollably, sweat soaking the sheets, their breasts heaving as they writhed in agony and ecstasy combined. Lucian pulled the toys free only when their bodies went limp, trembling from overstimulation. Both women lay panting, their hair plastered to their faces, their thighs slick and quivering. He held the buzzing toys aloft, their surfaces glistening, the sound still filling the room. He shut them off slowly, letting silence fall heavy around them. Then he leaned down between them, whispering low and dangerous. “Now please me.”

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.