Rex Campbell Nude Novels & Stories

I didn't feel shy at all infact it felt as though having sex with them wasn't something new. Callum lifted my right leg above his head and my pant dropped off. He picked it up and sniffed it, inhaling it deeply and he placed it on Ryder's nose. Ryder also inhaled my wetness, removing my pant from his nose. He wrapped it around his thumb and brought his fingers to my clit as he began to stroke on it. “Ryder" I moaned, about to lose my balance but Callum held onto me tightly. “Increase your pace, show her what you can do" I heared Callum instruct in a sultry voice as he spanked my ass and Ryder did exactly as he was told.

It was probably a final fuck you from Carter, and as much as I wanted to destroy it, I plugged it into my laptop. It took a few moments to load. The room was dark, no windows, and plush rich royal colors filled the frame. There was nothing to give the space a location of where they were. They could have left the country, but I doubted it. But all of that was inconsequential to seeing the two naked bodies writhing together. I could see Stephanie's back but not her face as she rode on top of Carter, him gripping her hips as she bounced on top of him. My stomach twisted, and anything I had eaten threatened to crawl up my throat.

I was fucked against rusted vehicles, bent over barrels, on all fours in the dust, and held suspended between multiple men. My moans were constant and broken, echoing across the wasteland camp. “Yes! All of you! Destroy me! Fill every hole with your survivor cum!” I begged shamelessly. “Breed me in the apocalypse! Make me your camp cumdump!” I came violently again and again, squirting into the dirt as they pumped load after load into my body. Cum covered my face, tits, back, and poured from my gaping pussy and ass in thick rivers. My belly looked swollen from the sheer volume.

"They can't deny you. I want you to give me every detail about the case. Every single one from your mouth without involving the authorities." Campbell stares at me for some time, unblinking, and then breaks into a laugh. I pull away from him, watching him as he chuckles hard at his personal joke. "You're a funny guy, Everest," he mutters. "You want me to use my powers to track a fucking stupid killer who's after your wife? For all I know, it could be someone after your wife's pants. Can't blame him. Harley's fucking hot, even with those disgusting wounds on her face—"

I'm here to study and probably fall asleep on the couch. "What the- Oh Shit!" Mr. Campbell comes skidding to a stop in front of the bathroom door. He notices the water splashed across the floor first before it leads back to me. His eyes fixed on my top that is now clinging to me like a second skin, and he swallows hard as he tries to tear his eyes away from my breasts. Oh, shit is right. My nipples are pretty much on display, and my shirt is now see-through. I hurry to cover myself, but the damage is done. Why the hell did he have to come in here now? My cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

“Film me… show how much I belong to you.” Damien hit record on all three cameras. The red lights blinked on. “Get on the bed. On your back first. Legs spread wide. Show the camera that pregnant pussy.” Raven obeyed slowly, her movements awkward and heavy with the massive belly. She lay back, propping herself up slightly on pillows so her belly rose like a obscene mountain. She parted her thick thighs, exposing her swollen, puffy pussy lips that still glistened from earlier. A thick string of leftover cum dripped out as she opened herself.

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.”

But deep down she knew she was testing him. Downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon filled the air. Elena was humming in the kitchen while Richard read the newspaper on the deck. Callum was already at the table, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His muscular torso was on full display. Every defined line of his abs and the sharp V disappearing beneath his waistband seemed designed to torment her. He looked up when she entered. His green eyes slowly dragged down her body. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

If I’m going to be fully nude on his lap in this chair, I probably don’t want the glaire of overhead lights on my glistening body. “Take your clothes off,” I demand in a sultry voice. Shelby had told me that she likes to say that to Adam, and he digs it, so why not? Reece’s smile is bright enough for me to see in the darkness as he begins to strip. I watch, and it is a turn on. He takes his time, teasing me, and when he stands before me with only his pants and briefs left, I reach forward and drag my fingernails down his chest as he undoes his zipper and lets his pants fall.

"Help me take off my clothes." Emma's body tensed; she knew the duty of a slave. Moreover, she offered herself as their sèx slave. If it's just undressing, it's a common thing. "Are you deaf?" Callum approached Emma and held her chin. "I'm sorry, Cal. I-I didn't hear," said Emma, ​​grimacing at Callum's grip on her chin. "Take off my clothes!" "Okay," Emma's hands shook as she unbuttoned Callum's shirt. Callum's body is perfect, broad chest, muscular stomach, and strong arms. The body shape reminded him of Ryan. His ex-fiancé also has the same good body shape as Callum.