Samantha Frank Nudes Novels & Stories

Samantha's eyes darkened with lust as she took in the sight of my naked boobs. "Perfect," she whispered, her hands reaching out to cup my breasts. She circled my nipples with her thumbs, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I arched into her touch, my head falling back as I moaned her name. She leaned down, taking one of my nipples into her mouth and sucking hard. "Oh god, Samantha," I cried out, my fingers tangling in her hair as she placed attention on my sensitive peaks. She switched to the other breast, her teeth grazing against my nipple as she bit down gently. I yelped, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me wild with desire.

Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and wet. She started rubbing in slow circles, but in her mind, it was Elena's hand there, Elena's fingers teasing her. She imagined Elena leaning over her, those brown eyes locked on hers, whispering, "You like that, don't you?" Samantha's breath hitched, her free hand gripping the pillow as she pictured Elena's mouth on her neck, sucking gently, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down her spine. The fantasy deepened as Samantha imagined Elena stripping off her uniform, revealing smooth olive skin, full breasts with dark nipples hardening in the cool air. In her imagination, Elena climbed onto the bed, straddling Samantha's hips, grinding aga

Despite that, Samantha knew there was sexual frustration between her brother and her best friend. Something I wouldn’t expect but okay, Samantha mused as Scarlet rolled her eyes. ‘And here comes our sexual frustration,’ Scarlet purred as Samantha straightened her back, knowing fully well Zack was behind her. “May I speak with you for a second?” Zack greeted her, making Samantha startle in her wake. She took a deep breath, keeping her face stoic, and looked at him. Even after what happened between them, Samantha couldn’t deny that Zachary Adamos was a prime, handsome young man. He was even more handsome than the last time she saw him.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

"Don't get me angry. We will move to step three quickly, and you are not going to like it. So just cooperate and let me have fun with you." Samantha glared at Grant. She hadn't expected a handsome man like him to be so sadistic. She knew that his threats were not empty, seeing that long whip. Samantha was scared for her life, as she didn't want to have any mark on her beautiful body. She was a top model, and she tried to beg Grant, but her lips were shut, and she couldn't beg him other than to stare at him with tearful eyes. Grant admired the soft feel of Samantha's body. His right hand trailed over her body, and he could feel his own erection.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

She gazed up at me with a smile, a one which I found to be seductive. “What do you want?" I questioned with a stern gaze directed at her. “I'm Samantha" she said. “Frank’s sister” I muttered. “They sent you, didn't they?” I inquired, bringing out my sharp knife which was clamped on the waist of my trouser.

"Dead serious. You manipulated me into chasing your mother? Fine. Now you're going to make it up to both of us." The room went silent except for our ragged breaths. Samantha hesitated, her hands trembling at her sides, but then, God, yes, she reached for the hem of her blouse, peeling it off slowly. Her bra followed, revealing full breasts with nipples already stiff from the charged air. She shimmied out of her pants and panties that was already damp at the crotch in one motion and kicked them aside. "Good girl." Damien's eyes darkened further, his voice rough with approval. "Now, get on your knees. Suck your mother. Clean up the mess I made."

I started with a slow pace, until the rush caught up with me. I could barely catch my breath. I have only one thing in my mind right now–the need to ejaculate. I’m so close– “Seriously?” My jaw dropped open. Didn’t I lock the door?! Wait, did I?! “You’re going solo after I got you hard?” Frozen, I looked at Samantha through the mirror. She entered with her arms across her chest. “Don’t you think that’s too selfish?” She said as she raised her brow at me. I was about to speak to defend my end, when her face suddenly relaxed. She smiled at me and remarked, “Anyways, I have a proposal for you, Gavin.”

“I’m sorry, Frog, I didn’t mean to upset you. Is it true. His calm, serious tone vanished all of Sammy's anger. She suppressed a shuddering breath and looked up at him. - Okay, just... Damn it, Travis, get dressed already! Why are you walking around naked like Tarzan? “I’m far from Tarzan,” the guy grinned, but reached for his T-shirt. “We should also take off our pants and ... that's it, that's it,” he laughed softly and stepped back, noticing the expression on Samantha's face.