Post Malone Nude Novels & Stories

That way no one would have to sleep in a wet spot. Malachi slowly unzipped my dress, it fell to the floor and I stood in my spanks, undies and a strapless bra. As I removed my spanks, I watched him undress. He removed his clothes quickly while trying to watch me undress. His creamy skin glowed in the dimly lit room. His skin flowed effortlessly over his well toned body. He had a hairless chest yet hair on his sculpted legs. Either he shaves his chest or none grows. He had a tattoo of a koi fish on the left side of his torso and a skull on his back. He also had a few random tribunal tattoos. There was a scar on his shoulder that looked like he had been in a bad accident.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

She signed. And for the first time since her brother got sick… She felt something. The first night, she sat in the dark, her knees pressed together, her nails digging into her palms. And she watched. Marlo entered the room wearing nothing but loose black pants. He stood before the camera. Behind him, another man—tall, younger, covered in tattoos and scars. Neither of them spoke. Then Marlo turned, placed his hands behind his back, and dropped to his knees. The other man fastened a leash to his collar.

Her shaved mound, the way her pink folds clung to Andrew’s veiny cock, the creamy juices leaking out around him. This is so wrong… so fucking filthy. Mom’s right there, drugged out of her mind, and now Andrew’s dad and his friends are watching me get railed like a whore. And I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. One of Malachi’s friends, a tall bald man with a thick beard, adjusted the growing bulge in his pants. “Damn, look at that tight little pussy. She’s creaming all over him.” Another, with tattooed arms, smirked. “Those tits are perfect. Bet they bounce nice when she’s really getting destroyed.”

The woman impatiently pointed at Stella and exclaimed, "Where did you come from, brat? Scram!" "Felicity booked the entirety of Moonrise Bay today for a party. You should leave now if you know what's good for you. Don't dirty our space!" a tall and thin woman said arrogantly. Felicity? Felicity Portman? I knew that name. She was a microcelebrity who was signed to my husband, Micah Morrison's, entertainment company. They were heavily promoting her recently. She had become popular because of a web drama, but at the same time, her attitude had also become insufferable.

Diane shouted but her shouted were not loud enough with the sound of heavy rain outside. Malcolm sighed while smirked "Why?" Malcolm's hand grabbed Diane's hand and held it near Diane's head. "-What are you afraid for?" Malcolm compelled while Diane looked at him and rebelled ------ In a car, a person sits trying to relax, he is wearing a dark plaid shirt, with a brown leather jacket, his shaggy hair is cut short with a back comb, showing his perfect forehead and facial features, his face is shaved clean, even his mustache is also missing.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.

'You like me naked, don't you, Father? 'Yeah, Sister, you saucy little wench.' She was right. Malone was captivated by her nakedness. He adored her black silky skin, and the beautiful thrust of her firm little breasts. And now she was responding to his gaze with teasing little gyrations of her hips and bottom. Her eyes met his and she danced an African dance, sinuous and flaunting; an erotic invitation that has enticed men into breathless captivity since time out of memory.

"I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!" "Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but her underwear, the both of them tangled in his bedsheets, her bra, half-falling off her shoulders to reveal a swell of creamy breast. If they were from a weaker family, Annalise was sure that her phone would be blowing up with all sorts of obscene offers from movie directors.