Reggie Bush Nude Novels & Stories

It felt electric. Anita left the library but did not go far. She drove to his apartment building. Darkness covered the area now. She parked and walked to her usual spot by the window. Her body still hummed from the library encounter. The curtains were open enough again. Professor Bush had just arrived home. He took off his sweaty running clothes. Anita’s eyes widened. He stood in the middle of the room in just his underwear. His body was incredible. Broad shoulders led down to a narrow waist. His thighs were thick and powerful from running. A line of hair went down from his navel. Anita felt wetness between her legs. She wanted him more than ever.

And in his line of work, he was certainly motivated to stay in shape. Standing next to Val, Reggie turned to Ron, and said, "Do you mind if I further undress your lovely wife?" He turned back to her, and added, "With her permission, too, of course." "No. Go ahead," Ron answered at the same time that Val answered, "Please do!" Starting with the bottom button, Reggie undid each one, and then let the shirt fall open, naturally, still hiding most of each of her hard-nippled tits. He looked down between the curves of her breasts, across her belly, and to her bald pussy.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

“Yes, I think that can really help revive my career and turn me into a voice for body positivity.” Hugh had done nudes long ago but the last time he did it, he had sex with the model. But now that he’s far from being that trigger-happy over women, he immediately thought of the business consequences if he jumps into the idea. He also didn’t see that Margie’s doing it as a ploy to lure him, being a single mom obviously eyeing for that true love. There was an air of professionalism in the way they talked and Margie’s exposed enough in matters of undressing that she spoke about it without tension in her voice.

It actually happened, an off-the-books, closed court indoor contest of nude tennis between two teams: Hillside and the arch-rival, Golden Valley. Normally such things would not be allowed, but the Presidents of both schools had watched the regular match that took place Friday. The presidents had both played - low level - when they were attending their respective colleges. (Curtis played, but never in a match.) Maybe there was a bet or something, because afterwards Curtis was in a very good mood and he gave the team captains permission for "something special." They did not think they would get it, but Curtis allowed them carte blanche to take over and seal the athletic building where the indo

"Behavior-changing lessons." "I don't understand," Amy said, unable to resist glancing at the TV screen where the final image of the video still displayed like a photograph, on her hands and knees, a big black cock in her pussy from below, cum running down the shaft, Reginald's cock sticking halfway in/out of her ass, cum leaking from around his cock and running down to coat the black balls and cock in her pussy, and another big black cock in her mouth, cum running down her chin, her nostrils flared and her eyes wide.

I giggled inside at the thought of being with him. I wrapped my towel around my body only to see Reggie at the door of the bathroom. He was shirtless and also wrapped a towel around his waist. I gasped as I stared at his bare body. His muscular body was calling my name. He had such a dreaming body… No wonder Angelica was ready to kill for him. "Is there something on my chest?" Reggie stared at his body and looked up at me with a smile. I swallowed hard and quickly shook my head. I turned to look elsewhere at the thought of being caught.

A plate of untouched rice and grilled chicken has gone cold hours ago. Nathan sits on the floor, his back against the couch, legs stretched out, shoulders slumped in resignation. His shirt is wrinkled, collar slightly stained. His laptop is open in front of him, casting a harsh white glow across his tired face. Several browser tabs are open—each one a new insult, a different angle of betrayal. One blog post catches his eye. He clicks it. “Power Fatherhood: Regan Kareem A slideshow begins. Regan in a tailored suit. Zara glowing in a regal gown (an old photo)

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.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?" Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Younger women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Christy was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.