Sam Russo Nudes Novels & Stories

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.

El Russo regarded her with a scowl on his face, and walked into the bathroom. After taking a shower, He walked out bare bodied, clad in nothing else but pajamas trousers. Irina trembled as he pulled back the sheets. Her night gown was very transparent, and she had nothing underneath it. The side lamp made it very visible for El Russo to see the nakedness of her breasts through the thin material. Immediately, he threw the covers back at her and climbed onto his side of the bed. To make the space between them more palpable, he put pillows between himself and her, and went straight to sleep.

She rebutted, "I was just looking at how small it is!" "Is that so? So you're here to measure it personally?" he questioned, bending forward a little while staring at her from above. "Big! My ... foot! I just slipped by accident!" Rosie’s face was becoming more and more flushed. She somehow began to feel a little guilty. Rosie had never once seen the sexy naked body of a male throughout the 28 years of her life and hence, she did not know how… hold on a second! That's a lie! As a doctor, which body had she not seen??

He love the feeling of her in his arms. He pulled back, breaking off the kiss after a while to catch his breathe but that little time he used in undressing the lady in his arms completely. Lest she comes back to her senses and pushed him away. After some seconds Iris stood before the Russian Mafia Boss naked. He stop to stare at her body before Letting out a low sigh. The beautiful lady whom he had tried all days and months to get. Iris is aware that he must have seen many girls,many nudes. Hell he is the Russian Mafia Boss.

My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, and the sight that met me sent a wave of heat flooding through my body. Mr. Rossi sat behind his desk, a mountain of mahogany almost as much authority as he dis. His usual crisp suit was loosened, his tie pulled loose and hanging like a forgotten promise. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin, his nice tattoos and the crisp lines of his collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up, leaving his forearms exposed, strong and tanned, the veins pulsing beneath the inked skin. He looked tired, the lines around his eyes deepened, the stubble shadowing his jaw. Yet, somehow, the exhaustion only intensified his app

I whispered. Randy came to my side and Russo stood behind me. “I’ve never seen him before but his scent…” Randy shook his head, adding, “Something about it is kind of familiar, Luna. How would we know this measly rogue.” Justin stood firm before his challenger, taking his shirt off and tossing it away. I reveled in the sight of his bare, muscular chest. He and the rogue had similar frames and muscles, so it made me a little uneasy to think of them fighting one another.

Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city pulsing below like a living organism in heat. Rafael Santos, 41, stood naked in the dim golden light of the penthouse. The powerful Brazilian businessman and former underground fighter had a sculpted, sun-bronzed body covered in faint scars. His massive cock stood thick and heavy, the veined shaft curving upward aggressively, the fat swollen head already leaking thick strings of precum that dripped slowly onto the polished marble floor. He had chosen his two offerings carefully.