Piper Rockelle Nudes Novels & Stories

Near one of the firepits, a woman was completely naked, straddling the lap of a seated warrior, riding his cock aggressively while another man stood behind her, his hands gripping her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck. It was pure, uncensored pornography playing out in real life. It was dirty, it was wet, and it was completely unapologetic. There were no closed doors. There was no shame. If someone wanted someone, they grabbed them, threw them down, and took them while the rest of the pack cheered or ignored them entirely. My southern upbringing was screaming at me. Every single etiquette lesson, every rule of propriety I had ever been taught demanded that I turn around, cover my eye

Piper’s fingers twitched against her pencil, but she didn’t speak. “The Stonebridges are back with trouble. Digging about you,” he said finally, his voice flat and sharp. Her pencil hovered mid-stroke. “I figured.” “They want records. Your background. Statements,” he continued, stepping closer. “Framed as concern. Piper… do you have anything to hide?” She met his gaze, keeping her voice calm. “I have nothing to hide. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed. “Really? You expect me to believe that?” His tone was deliberate, slow, meant to cut. “Because… people like you are always careful. Clever. Protecting themselves. Even if it costs everyone else.”

She’s in a one-handed handstand and as I watch, she slowly spreads her legs and bends at the waist, lowering herself into the most graceful split I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even realize that I had growled until her head spun around to look at me. “That was sexy as fuck,” I growl. “Did you think so?” she purrs, slowly sliding forward until her entire body is laying on the mat, while she's still in her split. “Oh shit. I’m doomed if we have to do that,” Zach says, coming in behind me. “What? You can’t to this?” Piper asks, walking up to the bar that is on the wall and gracefully lifting her foot onto it before sliding into a split as she grins at us over her shoulder.

I trembled as my breasts came into view. I had no bra on, my round boobs spilling out. My black hair tumbled down to my right tit. The dress fell down my body. I had no panties on, either. My pussy freshly shaved. I wanted to be a p**n star so badly. Mother would have a fit if she saw me. There was no way that woman who looked like Mom in the gloryhole videos was her. No way at all. "So, let's see you are a virgin," Mrs. Miller cooed and dropped to her knees. She buried her face into my pussy as Niku moved in to get a close-up.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Pierce teased, licking Arianna’s ass cheeks from the bottom to the top in an attempt to soothe away the pain. “No, he didn’t,” Arianna lowly sighed. “And why not?” Pierce asked, sliding his fingers back into her tight channel. He pulled them out and sucked them into his mouth, releasing his fingers with a loud pop. “Why didn’t he enjoy his nudes, Arianna?” Pierce asked again as he massaged her insides. “H-he never got them.” “What a shame,” Pierce drawled, giving Arianna’s slit a languid lick. Arianna was in Heaven, and if being naughty got her this kind of treatment, she was fully prepared to act a donkey all the time.

“Enjoy the show, firecracker. This is what a real man looks like.” Parker’s voice cut through the dim storage room like a challenge as Joanne pushed the door open, looking for her best friend Lila after last period. She froze in the doorway. Lila was bent over a stack of old gym mats, skirt bunched around her waist, and panties dangling from one ankle. Parker stood behind her, pants shoved down just enough, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. His hand was fisted in Lila’s hair, pulling her head back while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.

I said. “Succeed first and I'll dance naked on the streets in celebration if you want me to,” Piper bit back. “Considering the current odds, I don't see that happening any time soon.”

Then he said, "Come on let's check on her. The door was locked when we got there. Gordon knocked a said let us in. I heard the latch click and he opened the door. Several guys had her in between the dressing benches. They were holding her hands up above her head. Two older gentlemen had each of her legs. Ron kissed her as he fingered her through the leg of her panties. They were all telling her what a hot little fuck doll she was going to be. Ron then had them all felling her. Rachelle squealed when Ron went down to pull her panties off. Her hand got free, and she grabbed at the waist band of her panties.

“Rollins is my mate. Not Archie.” Archie didn’t speak, didn't move, but his heart sank. Piper continued, her voice steadier now. “I am not involved with anyone else. I am not a whore.” Jacob’s expression shifted. She turned her glare toward Elsa. “And whoever is posting rumors and photos about me should stop. Now.” The crowd fell silent. Then Piper reached out, grabbed Rollins by the collar, and kissed him. Gasps went around them. Rollins froze for a second, his eyes widening in surprise, before finally relaxing into the kiss, his mouth still bruised.