Peyton Kennedy Nude Novels & Stories

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

Her perky boobs were full and beautiful, and her pink nipples stood erect as if calling their mouths to suck them. Her flat tummy and her tiny waist was shown to them, and her beautiful white skin was something to die for. Standing in front of her while she looked up at him, Kennedy smirked evilly then pulled down his trousers to reveal his bulge which was still covered with his briefs. “Oh—!” She gasped in shock as she looked at his bulge, it was so big, and it scared her, but more than that, she felt excited. She bit her lips and couldn’t resist moving her hand to grab his dick.

I haven't even finished speaking, "I don't want to be a model, but if they want me so bad, why not take it? It's just one campaign." "I'm not fucking done yet," I snap, even more annoyed now. Dean has that effect in me, "It's a nude shoot. Fully nude, you'd only be wearing their jewelry. I don’t think they want to show dick, but they probably want to show ass.” My dad groans, already not liking this. "Oh," Dean lets out, taken aback for a second. Then he leans back and lifts his shirt to flash his barely there abs, "I look hot naked, so I'll take it... is that okay, daddy?"

Uncle Nigel was nearly 40 and still a virgin. When did people start painting him as some heartless womanizer who fooled around everywhere? Tina seemed to notice that I didn't believe it, so she pulled out her phone and opened Peyton's social media page. When I saw the person in the photo, I froze as well. Uncle Nigel was wearing a sharply tailored suit, standing in front of a luxury car. The person beside him was Peyton. Peyton had added a caption.

My nerves start to ease a bit as I take in the surroundings, but that calm is short-lived. Hayden emerges from what I assume is the bathroom, and my eyes widen in shock. He's completely naked, water droplets glistening on his skin. And... oh god, I can't tear my eyes away from it. His... his very prominent member is right there, impossible to miss.

He was already getting in the pool with my swimsuits. “Skinnydipping?” “Damn it, darling.” He looked up and searched for something. “What are you looking up?” I looked up as well. I didn’t see anything other than the most dazzling stars and clear night. “You can’t just take off your clothes and get naked. Put these back on,” he ordered and gave me my swimsuits. “Why not? It's not that the Captain and his crew are interested in me?” I reluctantly took my suits. “I’m not worried of them, Kennedy. They have signed NDAs and would never leak your naked photos and sell our story to the press. Now, please, put those on. As much as I love watching you naked, I won’t share those gorgeous tits with an

I continued down the hall and turned the corner into the kitchen, and my mouth fell open. Not once, in all the times Masyn and I had gone swimming together, had I ever seen the bikini Peyton had on. Her back was to me, and the bottoms clung to her ass in an erotic temptation. I hadn't been checking her out at the church or at Sadler's. Standing behind her half-naked, I almost started to salivate. Just because my heart belonged to another woman didn't mean I was immune to beauty. It wasn't a thong, but it wasn't a brief, either. It was somewhere perfectly in between. Peyton's legs went on for miles, even though she wasn't overly tall, and her waist created perfect curves that flowed into her

“I just didn’t want to die here. This place is too ugly.” Kennedy’s face tightened. “Don’t talk like that.” “I’m serious.” “I know,” Kennedy said. “But don’t.” Liv stood and walked to the little shelf near the door. She grabbed a bottle of lotion and tossed it to the bed. “You’re still on camera, you know. Outside. Paparazzi. That clip of you getting wheeled in went viral before your blood even dried.” “Lovely.” Liv shrugged. “You don’t get privacy anymore.”

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

“To hell with that damn outfit. Don't come near me Laurel. I'm really itching right now. Look, my skin is starting to turn red.” "Let me see." “Stop right there. Don’t come close." "But I want to see it." I was really amused to see the panicked expression on Kane's face. It's actually not as bad as Kane thinks. I'm still wearing my jogger pants. Only my upper body is slightly exposed. The bra actually covers the places it should cover perfectly. This isn't porn at all, trust me. Even if you go to the beach or the pool, you'll get worse views than this. But Kane has really gone overboard about his phobia. He made me look like a bitch naked in front of him.