Rob Mcelhenney Nude Novels & Stories

"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

“You’re a sick bastard.” Elliot chuckled, already sliding the screen toward me. “Come on. Her old man’s a Bible Belt senator. Preaches about virtue while blowing oil money behind closed doors. He’ll crawl through glass to keep this off the record.” He tapped something. Another image. A different kind of frame. “Fuck it,” he said, voice soft with delight. “Sending this one too. Wanna see?” He didn’t wait. The screen tilted toward me. Amber—on her knees. Face-fucked. Drenched.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I start scrolling and sure enough, there is a picture of me, a naked picture of me that has gone viral. I have no idea when this picture was taken, but it looks like it's in Mack's old living room. I'm sitting naked on the table, legs spread with my hand between them. My eyes are closed and my head is leaned back, pushing my breasts forward. It's obvious that it's a screenshot from Mack's Instagram account. His handle name is right on the top. The caption makes me start to hyperventilate. News Four Sports Producer by day, soccer groupie by night…Tiffany Wendel is the reining champion of the Texas Mutiny's Blow Job Races. Easy on the eyes and easy in the bedroom. She's the man of Rowen Flanig