Sam Russo Nudes Novels & Stories

The moans climbed higher, more frantic, and more desperate in a way I'd never once heard from a man who looked like he was always at war with the whole world. I pushed the door. The room was nearly dark with just one lamp throwing amber across half of him, and the half I could see undid me where I stood. Jeremy Kellason. He sat on his couch like a sin no one had taught me to be ashamed of. Completely naked. His head was tipped back against the cushion, the long line of his throat working as his fist moved over his thick, flushed cock leaking at the tip, in hard, furious strokes that were almost punishing, like he was angry at himself.

"Wait for me, I will go out immediately." Yasmine roughly dried her hair with a towel and then applied a face mask on her face. She raised her hand to wipe away the mist on the mirror, looking at herself with an unrecognizable face. She gathered her bathrobe and opened the door. Russell stood outside the door with his hands behind his back. The man had only a towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his well-defined chest to the air. The water droplets that hadn't dried on his body were absorbed into the towel. His legs were long and straight, giving him an aura of restraint and allure.

These photos were undoubtedly nudes of some artists. Upon closer look, these were some of the most popular artists, and all of them had worked with Viola Magazine before. Regardless of gender, these nudes were exposed. In these photos, the artists’ expressions were not as relaxed as usual. Instead, they looked very cooperative and well-behaved like they were working. The following people immediately replied. [OMG, this woman has such a great body! Don’t you get a nosebleed when you shoot these?] [This man ain’t that great. He needs to be retouched. But these photos are really rare…]

As the coffee began to brew, filling the kitchen with its rich, bitter aroma, she decided to go upstairs and see for herself what was taking the father and son so long. She climbed the steps carefully and slowly. Just as she pushed open the door to Renzo’s room, he emerged from the bathroom with Luciano, a trail of steam following them like clouds. Renzo was bundled in a white, fluffy bathrobe, looking small and cozy, while Luciano had nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. His well-defined, perfectly sculpted, and oh so drool-worthy chest and abs were on full display—a sight so tempting and hot it made Rosa’s throat go dry.

Don Russo said with a pretty angry face. “I don’t remember lying to you Don Russo.” Sofia answered and used the title she knew that he did not introduce himself as. “So, you knew who I was all along but still dared to lie to me? Don Russo added as his voice got angrier. “I just played my cards right but honestly don’t tell me you fell for me.” Sofia said as she laughed at him. “Deal with her.” Don Russo said, and four men appeared in black suits and pulled out their guns.

He moved his camera around, searching for that perfect angle. "Damn, Rosie," Jax whispered, his eyes glued to the small screen. "You need to see this one. The way your boobs point out in this shot... if I wasn't gay, I would fuck you right now." I let out a loud, bubbly laugh and tossed my hair back. "Oh, stop it, Jax! You say that every time we do a nude shoot." "I say it because it’s true," he joked, clicking another picture. "Your body is a work of art. Look at the curve of your waist here. It’s perfect."

Without thinking too much about it, I took off my sweater, took hold of the hem of my shirt, and slowly lifted the material until it got to the narrow valley between my breasts. I wrapped one hand firmly around the material that was barely covering my breasts now. “Here,” ***** SAVIO RUSSO I almost froze when I realized it was a couple of inches close to her breasts. The light material around her chest only covered her hardened nipples but everything else was on display.

But what I found made me freeze in my tracks. Russo was there, standing in the center of the room, his body dripping wet as he dried himself off with a towel. He had another towel wrapped around his waist, low enough to reveal his defined abs and muscular chest. The soft light from the room’s chandelier highlighted every contour of his physique, making him look like something out of a fantasy, a dark, twisted fantasy I wanted no part of.

Russo was seated at the far end of the dinning room, man spread and with a small smile on his face. I felt my face turning red very quickly. I had really orgasmed in his arms. I had spread my legs for his hands to access my pussy and I had pushed back into him to feel his hard cock. I had made let him see me naked open, vulnerable and the way I had cum so shamelessly?! I had let Russo see all of that. No, not just see. I had also let him touch me and worst still, I had liked every bit of it. I had loved all of those powerful orgasms that I had while in his arms.

I was visibly shocked and Russo looked like he was enjoying all of this. Russo was standing in the middle of the room, naked as hell and his body still dripping a bit of water. Somehow I wondered why he looked sexy but then I remembered he was naked. Alessandro fucking Russo was standing before me naked without a shame. I shut my eyes to keep the stupid thoughts out of my head, I wasn’t going to prove Russo wrong because of a stupid ego, I would rather I leave here with my thoughts intact. “You know how much you loved my dick. You were literally begging me to shove it down your throat the other night.” He whispered and I was startled. He was back to standing behind my back.