Samfrank Nudes Novels & Stories

he is stunned but didn’t utter a single word of agreement. “Why are you so annoying?!” He now frustrates Sam; he doesn’t know how to cope up with this anymore. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend then?” his eyes would likely to pop out when hearing that from him! From his voice, body and richness. . . he is one of a kind. Sam is startled when he completely strips out his boxer and revealing his big member. He smirked, “want to join me. . . Mr. TOP streamer?” he is being sarcastic as he is now stroking his member in front of the camera, while pinching his nipples.

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.

He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that did nothing to hide the bulge straining against the fabric. “You came,” he said. “I always come,” I said, letting the robe fall open. His eyes roamed over my naked body, hungry and worshipful. “Jesus Christ, Samantha.” “Stop talking,” I said, crossing to him. “Just fuck me.” I turned around and bent over the hood of the car, the cold metal biting into my palms. I spread my legs, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Is this what you wanted, Daddy? A naughty girl bent over like a whore?”

my d*ck seemed to ask confused when it felt the betrayed feeling of being left open when things were reaching D*ck Euphoria. “You naughty little vixen,” I spoke through gritted teeth when she climbed back on my chest and left my pulsing member behind. “Uh uh uh, if I were you, I would try to be a good boy,” Samantha teased. “Or else the punishment shall prolong till the next morning,” she purred before tearing away her insanely sexy lacy brassiere in a clean sweep to reveal every man’s perfect fantasy. “It is a pity that you would have to watch me pleasure myself without even getting to touch me,” she baited me and the metallic handcuffs around my hands almost broke apart.

She turned the phone to face me, an intoxicating selfie of me lying in bed without a top shone brightly from the phone's screen. I responded with a playful giggle, refraining from sharing that particular photograph. "No, that one doesn't really reveal my features. How about this one?" I selected another photo of myself positioned against a wall wearing a black lace lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibratory against my Undergarment, my tongue out and my eyes closed. Samantha suggested nonchalantly, "why not send both?" An arched eyebrow was my immediate reaction.

Samantha: "I'd love to see that." My phone vibrated with a video call from Henry. He didn't say anything, just positioned the camera giving me a perfect view of his rock-hard member wrapped in my panties, his hand moving up and down frantically. This man was an incredibly hot tease, and I was drooling with the desire to put his cock in my mouth.

Sam: Wishful thinking Skater boy ;) Jake: You have no idea what I wish for, Sweetheart. Fuck she's got me all hard again. Sam: Oh I think I have a rough idea. Well Skater boy, I am letting you deal your boner alert now, as I am cuddling up safe and sound naked in my blankets right now. Jake: Naked??? How would you know if I have a boner? Sam: Oh, come on we both know it's true. Sweet dreams Skater boy Jake: Don't you sweet dream me, and leave me hanging here.

But I see everything. I freeze. Our eyes meet. For a second. Just one. But it’s enough to rekindle the fire. I want to go to her. But I don't move. Because at my arm, Cassandre has returned. And I become what I pretend to be. A man engaged. A man who has no right. But who burns to cross all boundaries.

"Imagining bending you over my desk. Wondering if you'd moan like this when I finally took you." He kept talking, low and filthy, telling me every dirty thought he'd had about me while his hand drove me insane. My legs trembled. Sweat ran down my back. After nearly an hour of this, I was a mess, begging, cursing, nearly crying from frustration. "Damien... I need it... please let me cum..." He finally pushed me forward over the sink, lining his thick cock up with my sore hole. "Watch," he ordered, gripping my chin so I had to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked."

It was the fuel he craved to ignite that last monster of an orgasm, the one that had claimed his soul and now needed to be exorcised from his being. Sam reached into the tub of Nivea Creme on the arm of the sofa and grabbed a fistful, coating his palm liberally. In spite of the cream, the cracked and peeling skin of his cock stung viciously as he took hold of it. He started up the footage. Sam noted the most recent changes with a dispassionate curiosity. It was a way of distancing himself from the footage, so it wouldn’t get to him. Sometimes the changes were so minor you couldn’t spot them, other times they were so profound Sam did a double take.