Post Malone Nude Novels & Stories

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.

I grab a hold of his neck and pull him closer, my lips brush against his before I slightly back away. “You are already hard!!” “Are you teasing me right now?” Malachi’s finger starts to trail the outline of my bare back. Before I can even say anything else, he unknots the bikini top and lets it fall off my body, revealing my breasts. The moon is casting an ethereal glow on his face and he looks so handsome underneath it. His eyes travel down to my bare chest and he lets out another sigh.

"That is what I thought. And that is why I am going to remind you." Morello stood, stripped off his shirt and pants in one smooth motion, revealing his powerful, solid body. Even at his age he was impressively built, with broad shoulders, a thick chest dusted with dark hair, and strong thighs. He sank to his knees beside the tub without hesitation, reached into the water, and guided my now-hard cock to his mouth.

"Is that a nude?" Lucas’s voice cut through the late morning stillness like a blade. Nico flinched. The phone in his hand trembled slightly as he stared at the message on the screen. A shirtless photo from some random guy on I*******m, accompanied by a cheeky caption: *"Bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you moan like I could." Lucas had come up behind him too fast..too quietly. And now, silence stretched between them like a noose tightening.

We prepared for an attack but the 7 wolves in human forms in front of us did not look like them would be fighting any time soon. I gasped when I saw Bennett walking in the middle completely naked with bruises everywhere carrying what looked like a small child in his arms. His friend, Lucas I think, was bleeding from a gash on his head and was fawning over the child Bennett was holding. The other 5 wolves in human form looked malnourished and had various marks all over their bodies.

"Laundry delivery." "Come in, mom." Molly was naked, well nude, I guess. I hadn't seen her body in a long time. She had the runner's shape, long, lean. Her breasts were perfect half spheres with small areolas and, to my surprise, very long, hard nipples. Between her long legs, a bush, thick and brown, and to my surprise, wetness? Then I saw it, the vibrator half under the pillow. "So, I guess we have two nudists now?"

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

His hands paused on the button of his pants, “If ye want, we can stop here.” Poppy thought about it. If they kept going, this was something that couldn’t be undone. She knew he would ruin her in the best way possible. But hadn’t he already? “I want more, please.” She licked her lips again, looking up at him through her lashes, “I need all of you, daddy.” Malcom didn’t say a word, just ripped his pants off in one go. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock stood proud, long, hard, and huge.

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.