Post Malone Nude Novels & Stories

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

"And who do you love now, huh? Nathan Monroe? The man who doesn't want you in his life? You don't have any other choice, Nicole. Besides the fact that you won't be able to leave this place, I'm going to make sure that you don't want to go back into your poor life." I stared at him with my mouth open. He was crazy. What the hell was he talking about? He took out his phone from his pocket, looked through it, and showed the screen to me. My eyes widened in shock, and I felt like the world stopped. There were a lot of nude pictures of me lying on the bed. They've been taken from many different angles, and all of them made the photos even more sexually explicit. I felt the world around me crumbli

she spat, but her hands moved to her shirt, peeling it off. Her small, perky tits bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air. She shimmied out of her skirt and panties, exposing her shaved pussy. "This what you want, daddy? You're practically begging mom to leave you," the sick bitch giggled while she unzipped his pants, pulling out his massive cock. Ben was definitely a black stereotype down there. Ten inches of black cock lay in Malia's hands, semi hard. Malia's eyes widened. "Fucking big dick. You're going to use it on me, daddy?" she mocked him, her hands stroking it lightly as she marvelled at the feel of his heavy, fat dick.

My fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

"Wake her body up right now. Let's have some real fun with this prize." Soon, a heavy bucket of freezing well water is dumped directly over Malia's unconscious, bleeding body, jolting her awake with a sharp gasp. Drenched, shivering violently, and bleeding from her wounds, her torn dress clings tightly to her wet curves, completely exposing her shape and further igniting the twisted, hot desires of the hundred rogue men filling the room. Some of them chuckle crudely, while others stare at her bare thighs with a sickening, ravenous urge.

’ It read. Signed: Monroe With a little heart beside their last name. I got out of bed and reached for the phone camera I had hidden. The poor thing was out of battery, but I got the film out and grabbed my laptop. I put my earpods on and started playing the video, it was all there, from the moment I came into the room with Mrs Monroe up until the time Elena rode Marcus’s cock while I rode his face. Best fucking ride of my life I might add.