Quentin Dean Nude Novels & Stories

Dean and Sean decide to take a bath together, at first they both are feeling awkward, nervous, anxious and holding their breaths. Dean opens the faucet and checks the water's temperature, after he feels it is warm enough, he then lets it fill the tub. Added enough bubble soap. Dean starts to unbutton his clothes and strip himself naked while looking at his husband in the mirror. Sean had his back facing his husband, but because they were in front of a mirror, he could clearly see his husband's every move. He gulped seeing Dean starting to strip himself naked while looking at his eyes in the mirror. Sean tried so hard to stay calm, though internally he was really hysterically screaming.

His fingers froze for a moment, then he slowly began to type again and paid no attention to me again. Is he really not fazed? “Well, I’m leaving.” I started taking my steps backwards, “Got a long day tomorrow.” I kept my eyes on him as I left the room and closed the door behind me. Well, it’s done. Gotta wait for tomorrow now. >>Quincy I kept typing on the laptop but it was one single word Nude? Nude? Nude model? Nude? Nude…. Nude… Nude model… Why Nude? Why would it encourage people towards art? Nude? Nude!?!!!

- Dean giggled, nuzzling his small head in my arms while he stuck out his tongue at Richard, acting all spoilt and terribly cute. I stroked his soft, blonde curls, glancing over at Richard - he had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong arms and his laced, black shirt had a few buttons undone..... revealing his chiseled collarbones and fair skin. He lowered his lashes, trying to conceal his fleeting emotions but his lips twitched in displeasure.

She pushed herself up to sit on her knees but left her hand on Troy’s naked shoulder, as if fearing that he’d die if she stopped holding on to him. Quinn was filthy, covered in a sludgy mixture of mud and blood. Tears left two deep grooves in the mud caked on her face, but she appeared otherwise unharmed. Raf landed hard behind me, muttered, “Oh shit,” and disappeared back up the ladder. “What’s his problem?” Quinn asked. “You’re naked. It’s forbidden for anyone to gaze upon your nudity.” “You are gazing upon it,” she replied in a dry voice. “Yes, well, I’m gay, so…I don’t count. How is he?” I asked and knelt beside her.

She looked at Justin, who was now naked from the waist down, stroking himself to full hardness with a casual, obscene confidence. “On the floor,” Justin said, not asking. With a sob caught in her throat, Debby lay down on the carpet in the center of the circle. She pulled her dress up, exposing plain white panties. She didn’t remove them. Justin knelt between her legs, roughly yanking the fabric aside. He spat into his hand, slicked himself with a crude, hurried motion, and without any further preparation, pressed the thick head of his dick against her tight, forbidden opening.

His brows lifted slightly in surprise. I froze. My eyes dropped to his abs and just stayed there. Water glistened along the ridges of his torso, sliding slowly down until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. My mind blanked. Just completely blue screened. Because standing right in front of me, dripping and shirtless… Was Professor Dean. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

He was right at the entrance of her core, and all he needed to do was to drop the lubricant and push his weight into the place he had dreamed of for almost two years. “Help me…” She cried further. Right now, Selene didn’t care who could save her. Anyone was okay, and she even had a fleeting thought of being scooped into the warm arms of Declan. “Anywhere but here.” [Bam!!!] The door came flying open with a force that the Dean didn’t expect. Before he could say, Jack, a group of men barged in and began taking pictures of him naked, the drugged Selene was also lying on the sofa.

And Kimber was totally, stunningly naked. Deke was barely able to do more than gape and feel the impact of her nude beauty all through his tight-strung body before Luc wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently pulled, spreading her legs wide. Kimber drew in another ragged breath as Deke took in the view of her pussy. Juicy, swollen, ripe. Perfect.

With a leer, I added, "I'm more than happy to help you wash off those hard-to-reach places." "You're a degenerate." Her cheeks were flushed, though, and I knew she was turned on, too. "And you love me for it." I pulled harder, and Quinn stumbled to her feet, landing smack against my chest, just as I'd hoped. She was wearing a black bikini that set off her tanned skin and showed off her curves. Her body was utter perfection: long slim legs, flat stomach and rounded hips ...an ass that was just right for grabbing, and those tits? Well, when they were on display in the two triangles that made up her bathing suit top, my dick was in perpetual state of arousal.

And he's not even hard! The guy is kneeling behind a naked woman on all fours with her ass towards him. He's stroking his nearly limp cock and my sister is right, it's huge! Well maybe not huge, but extremely long even in it's current state. The woman's face conveys her impatience as she looks back over her shoulder. Her blonde hair is as unnatural as her large tits. "What's the matter, Dean?" the director asks, walking towards the bed. "He can't get it up! That's what's the matter," the naked blonde on the bed yells.