Post Malone Nude Novels & Stories

she said, trying to convince her friend to erase it. "Sorry, Laurie, but I'm gonna keep it. It's too hot to erase. You're a naughty little whore, you know that?" Nicole said, showing her the picture. It clearly showed Lauren's naked body being pounded by her son, who thankfully was turned around enough to be unable to be identified in the picture. In the picture, Lauren's tits were perfectly on display, and you could just make out the shape of her son's cock stretching the entrance to her tight pussy. It was certainly quite a bit more than even a "risqué" photo.

he murmured, steering me into a shadowed alcove between two massive yachts. I thought we were alone—until I looked left. My breath caught. A woman bent over the railing, skirt hiked high, her moans echoing against the water. One man gripped her hips, pounding into her, while another thrust into her mouth. Her muffled cries, the slapping of skin, the utter shamelessness of it all—it made my thighs press together before I even realized. Marcus chuckled softly, catching me staring. “See something you like?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. “I didn’t expect that.”

If that was the case, I didn't mind Malcolm getting drunk every night, so we could do this over and over again. He suddenly chimed off the bed, and I frowned, my heart twisting as I thought he was leaving Maybe he had realized that I was Noelle, not his Emery. Instead of leaving, Malcolm began to rummage through his drawer. “I don't have a condom.” He uttered and my mouth formed an o. That was what he was looking for. “I'm clean, so I'm going to fuck you raw.” He stated and pulled off his trousers. Going naked before me. I gasped the moment my eyes met his cock. There was no way that thing was going inside me. It wouldn't even fit. Malcolm was so huge.

Today was a good day to reach out to Waylen again. I had learned that a nude was the fastest way to get a reply from him, so I went into the bathroom to get two pictures of me before texting him. Malik had left for work already. I would join him later. If I got Waylen to meet me, then Malik would be joining us at the venue.

Madonna was angry for what she feared happened last night but she was not as angry as she hoped she would be. "Here?" Dante ignored her and threw a phone tablet that landed beside her. "What's this?" She asked while picking up the tab. Madonna's eyes widened as she watched a video of her naked self sleeping soundly on the bed. The flipped and saw numerous pictures and videos of herself in different positions. There was no way she could deny it because her face was showing in every one of them and the mole beside her left nipple was enough to tell her it wasn't Photoshop. "Why?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at Dante. Dante steeled his heart and showed no emotions, he is a man

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

The rain had finally tapered off, leaving the master suite in a heavy, humid silence that smelled of floor wax and Genevieve's expensive jasmine perfume. Malcom stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his reflection ghost-like against the glass. He was shirtless, his skin still bearing the faint, fading marks of Tamsin's nails from the motel. He could feel her behind him, the girl he'd treated like a disposable thrill, now standing in the center of his bedroom like a permanent fixture of his shame.

People seemed oblivious at first or perhaps they wondered where this was driving at. As they got closer, I felt my fingers sweaty. My mouth went dry. As if on cue all gym shorts dropped low. The biggest one, Malik, had a dick that looked like a weapon, veined and curving up toward a purplish head that glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Fuck, it’s huge. He was shaved, clean. “You ready for this, you cheap little slut?” Malik growled, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand, rough and calloused, grabbed the chain between my nipple clamps and yanked.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

My stomach twisted the moment I saw the first picture. A middle-aged man, naked, was sitting on the bed. Another picture showed him tied up with ropes and surrounded by girls, all looking to be in their teens. They were all naked. One showed a little girl of about twelve years, his dick was in her mouth and he was smiling widely. “What the hell…?” I whispered, moving away. Mr Palazzo didn't respond, his face was grim as he skimmed through the pictures. “Is this… is this the judge?”