Sailor Scholar Nude Novels & Stories

More than two people. The thought makes me stop in my tracks. Sergei, naked under that cascading water. Steam rising around that powerful body— I can imagine exactly what he'd look like stripped bare and it makes me squeeze my thighs together. My pulse quickens as unwanted images flood my mind. Water streaming down the carved planes of his chest, following the trail of dark hair I'm sure leads south to... God. The man radiates raw masculinity even fully clothed. Naked, he'd be devastating. All that controlled power on display, tattoos I'd want to explore with my hands and mouth.

Noah and Ethan appeared to be enjoying the new show and stopped what they were doing to focus solely on her. Liam must have given them a nod or a look of approval because Noah stood up and started to untie his swimming trunks. Now it was Scarlett's turn to focus all her attention on someone. Slowly she watched as the wet material was shimmied down his hips and eventually completely off his body, leaving the older man nude. Scarlett could see the top of his manhood above the water while the rest jetted in front of him. "Open," he smiled, guiding her face towards his groin with a hand on her cheek.

Sally bolted upward in surprise, negligent of the fact that she was standing naked in the presence of a man. The captain twisted his head back in Sally’ direction as if he forgot she was in the room. Seemingly unmoved by the sight of her nakedness, he roared, “I’ll be orderin’ fresh water fer the lady an’ I ‘ad better not ‘ear tha’ ya did not take care of your mistress proper. Do ya ‘ear me, wench?” “Yes, sir,” Sally moaned from the safety of the corner of the room where she retreated to almost immediately after feeling the wrath of the captain’s foot.

- This is the booty! He clicked his tongue, examining my companion, and clapped his hands several times. -Note! said the Dean of Hunters loudly. “The most real air elemental ever! The students cheered. I found August with my eyes and smiled happily. The guy was standing next to the professor, naked to the waist (only his shirt was casually thrown over his shoulders), his left arm was resting in a bandage. This time, I almost gracefully dropped to the ground. At least that's how it seemed to me.

On the front was a picture of two naked guys standing facing out to sea, one with his hand on the other’s arse. ‘They’re not conventional blockbusters,’ he said. ‘More of a speciality, you know, collectors’ editions.’ I frowned and pulled out the next one. The Gardener’ s Best Tool. I studied the cover: a large green bush strewn with underwear, from behind the foliage two pairs of feet stuck out in such a way it was obvious what the couple were doing. He leaned forward on the counter, placed his elbows at points and rested his chin on his clasped hands. ‘I understand if they’re not your thing,’ he said then bit down on his bottom lip, flattening out that delectable dink.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

The moon hung high over the *Siren's Revenge*, casting silver light across the blood-stained deck. The crew had gathered in a wide circle, torches flickering, rum flowing freely, and hungry eyes fixed on the center of the main deck. Lieutenant Commander Amelia Voss knelt naked in the middle of the circle, her body still bound in the intricate shibari ropes that Captain Isolde had ordered tightened after the initial oral humiliation. The thick hemp dug deliciously into her skin, ropes crisscrossing her chest to frame and lift her firm C-cup breasts, cinching tightly around her waist, and looping between her thighs to press firmly against her swollen, dripping pussy lips. Every breath made the

“But if they are the impostors, we’ll know who was right. “Cut it off, Davis.” James scolded. “This isn’t you.” “Right,” Sophia agreed. “What is wrong with you?” “Everyone,” I called out, gesturing them to stop. “Let us just share our experiences so we can help each other survive.” I turned to the president, his face glued on the piece of paper. I knew that he is mad right now. To fix the situation, a student from Tisiphone Group stood up to share his experience. He introduced himself as Jacob. He has reddish curly hair with brown freckles on his cheeks.

Concordia, Nine Hundred and Forty Years Before Thaelen undressed slowly, lifting the shirt up his torso, the knap of the fabric rasping on his skin and the neckline gathering his hair as he lifted it over his head. He dropped it onto the table and stood waiting assessment. The past ten years had made him lean, and the physical exertion of building a ship had refined that leanness into muscle. “Ah, very, very nice,” Besafora rested the tip of the jade phallus against her lips and the pink tip of her tongue darted out to trace the slit carved into the stone. “Delwyn?”

“Feel how soaked your pretty cunt is? The scholar on the other side can see every drop glistening on your thighs.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me, pumping slowly while his thumb continued tormenting my clit. My hips rocked back against his hand, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet archives. I tried to keep reading, but my voice kept breaking. “‘Her master freed his cock and rubbed it along her dripping entrance, teasing the watcher with the sight of her need…’” Elias unzipped his trousers and freed his thick, hard cock. He dragged the hot head through my folds, coating himself in my slick before notching at my entrance.