Post Malone Nude Novels & Stories

She'd have been having triplets after that barrage, no doubt. The mother and wife rolled onto her side. Her little breasts barely hung down. She, her husband, and their youngest daughter were all still completely naked. Lying splayed across the campsite like spent shotgun shells. Pamela looked over at Dominic. His penis lay flaccid on his leg. Another monster slain, Pamela thought with a smile. Her husband's body was still muscular in his advancing age and the silver on his chest only made him seem more refined. Pamela could see why her daughter had...

He moved over onto his back and said, “I'm too heavy—I don't want to flatten you into the bed.” Anna's eyes opened, and she looked up at him in the mirror. “You're not that heavy,' she said, her eyes lingering over his lovely chest. Is it the beginning of a belly pouch, I, see?” she flirted, stealing another glance at his abs. The focus of his gaze led her to the realization that she, too, was exposed. She had an uneasy feeling in her gut. Naked intimacy between partners was one thing, but a mirrored bed added awkwardness and discomfort.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I could hear people moving around inside so I pounded loudly, making sure she couldn’t ignore my presence. “Mal, can you get the door?” Her mother yelled to her. “Sure, mom!” She hollered back and I heard her feet pattering towards the door. Perfect. The door flew open and Mallory stood there in a tight tank top with no bra, her nipples protruding against the material, and a pair of cotton shorts with holes in them. She had no make-up on and her midnight brown locks cascaded over her shoulders, reaching her waist. She looked sexy as fuck and a low growl tore through me at the sight of her.

“Before I became Jeremy Davenport. Elle’s brother. Before all of this, I did things that I am not proud of. Things I never ever want to talk about again” “Princess, if this is hard for you, you don’t have to talk about it until you are ready,” Malone said again, but he shook his head. “I used to do some bad things that I am not proud of,” Jeremy added, because he felt like he needed to make it clear to Malone that he wasn’t proud of it. He was desperate to make him see it. “I used to be a prostitute.” Malone’s body went still, and his eyes widened as a gasp left his mouth before he could stop it. His lips parted to say something, but words failed him. The shock was greater than he expected.

After a moment she steps out and closes the door. After changing, I glance at the picture again. I don't know how he worked so fast, but Stone did it. Melanie sent him nudes, and she was dumb enough to capture her face in them. Has no one told her that's a huge no no? Even I know that, and I've never even sent one before. She's standing in front of a body length mirror, her camera pointed at her reflection. She's smiling, her make up perfect and her eyes flirty. She wears a neon pink thong and no bra. Her perky breasts are visible, no doubt she wanted the main focus there.

m. I've never felt so relieved before. I turned towards Xander, handing him the plate. Xander watched me bored, taking the plate. "Gotta go!" I chimed, walking towards the door. I slipped on my cream stilettos, pulling the door open. Marlon stood behind it, fully clothed in black. My favourite colour! His dark jeans, plain shirt and bomber jacket sent off a fabric softener aroma on top of his usual jasmine scent. His smile playing on his lips was stunning, contagious enough to make mine form into a similar curve.

She shook uncontrollably to the new pattern as she slipped down the wall to her knees. “I love when you’re a good girl.” Malcolm tossed his phone on the nightstand and tore off his clothes. Standing before her naked his shaft demanding her attention. Melody licked her lips and crawled to his feet. Her mouth watered at the sight of his response to her state. She stared up at him as she licked his straining hardness. His taste was something she now craved.

His massive chest rose and fell fast, sweat ran down his neck. Mira stayed on the floor, legs still spread wide. Her fingers returned to her pussy, rubbing slowly while she looked up at him. Her heavy breasts moved with every breath. Her skin looked soft and inviting against the old wooden floor. Malik pulled his tank top off over his head. His dark, muscular torso was covered in sweat. He kicked off his boots and pushed his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, dark, and very hard. The heavy shaft curved slightly upward. Pre-come dripped from the wide head.

he asked as we started up the narrow trail. I smiled, my boots crunching against the gravel. “She’s handling some important business for me.” Malik gave me a questioning look. “Speaking of that…” I slid my phone out of my pocket. On the screen was a single message from Nessa. Nessa: Done. I tapped the notification. The screen shifted to a live footage. It was Stanley sitting in a bathroom stall, shirt pushed up, his hand wrapped around cock. His face was flushed, lips parted and brows furrowed in pleasure. He was biting his lip hard trying to keep his moans in.