Sammy Thighs Nudes Novels & Stories

Her thighs are slick with arousal, inner thighs glistening in the dim light. "You're so beautiful," I whisper against her ear. She sobs. Quiet and broken. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't be…” "Shh." Samson eases her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He spreads them wide, and her cunt--fuck, her cunt is meaty and fleshy, a fat puffy mound with thick dark lips that are already parted, already glistening, the inner folds a deep rose pink and absolutely soaked. Different from my neat, tucked little slit. Hers is a woman's cunt, a mother's cunt, and it's been neglected for so fucking long.

she immediately protested, closing her thighs as Sam positioned himself there. "Why?" Sam asked, still grinning. "I shouldn't be the only one enjoying. You need to know what it feels like too." Sam gently forced Beatrice's thighs to open. They didn't need to be too wide, but enough to make Beatrice completely vulnerable in front of him. Sam's eyes focused on the reddened lips surrounded by the neatly kept hair. "Don't, Sam," Beatrice said, slightly panicked. She tried to cover that intimate part of her body that she considered highly private. Although Beatrice knew that Sam had seen it before. He had even played with it.

The tension built fast — tight, aching, right on the edge. “I want you to blindfold me… spank me… make me eat your pussy while you ride my face,” I moaned, getting closer and closer. “Stop.” I pulled my hand away with a desperate whimper. My pussy clenched around nothing, juices dripping down onto the sheets. My thighs trembled violently. Sam stepped closer, now naked except for a harness with a thick, realistic strap-on already attached. She was stunning — toned body, full breasts with dark nipples, and a confident dominance that made me drip even more.

It made every curve of my body stand out—my small waist, the swell of my hips, and the way my breasts heaved with every panicked breath. My long hair had been pulled back into a tight, high ponytail, leaving my face and neck completely exposed to the hungry eyes of the crowd. ​"Look at those legs," a voice croaked from the shadows of the warehouse. "Clean, unblemished Earth-stock. She’ll breed true for at least five cycles." ​A hand reached through the bars—a pale, clammy hand belonging to a Craven merchant. His fingers dug into my inner thigh, dragging upward toward my heat. I jumped back, a sob catching in my throat, but there was nowhere to go.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

Tommy was as surprised as his stepmother at his boldness.Sue sat fascinated as she watched her stepson strip for her. Tommy had been just a little boy the last time she saw him completely naked. He certainly wasn't a little boy anymore, Sue thought as his shorts fell to his feet and he kicked them away. She scanned his naked body from behind. His shoulders were broad and rippled with muscles. His waist was narrow and his hips jutted out from all the strenuous training. However, his buttocks were

I knew I should not, but I reached for it anyway. I flipped through it fast at first, and then slower. Sketches. All of me. Me wrapped in a towel, with my back turned and my body relaxed and soft, one knee bent. Me in jeans, with my hair in a bun, laughing. Me from behind, bare-shouldered and glancing back at someone, at him. He had imagined me almost naked, and somehow, he had come close. Almost too close. I should have felt violated, and I should have walked out.

"You would've thought I deserved it, blamed me for not stepping aside and slowing you down while you saved your precious Dakota. But I'm not here to listen to your excuses today." From my bag, I took out a photo and pressed it against the glass. It was Nancy, sitting in the garden of her rehabilitation center, strapped into her wheelchair. A caretaker was feeding her water, but Nancy's eyes were empty, her expression blank. From afar, she looked like a non-sentient doll. Jack's breathing became shallow. "What did you do to Nan—"

As Garth Brooks sang about his friends in low places, the line of dancers moved in tandem as their clothes slowly disappeared. Turning and facing the audience, Dean’s eyes were drawn to a stick figure tattoo on the upper shoulder on one of the dancers. A boy and a girl, both in black, another boy in red, followed by a third boy and two girls also in black. When they spun back to face Dean, her eyes drank in the chiseled muscles on his chest and abdomen. With a dozen near naked men in front of her, she found herself focused on the subtle differences of this one. His belt buckle did not match the others. Where the others were a silver rectangle with golden star in the center of a circle, his h

He lowered her underwear over her lush thighs, down her legs, over her delicate feet. She was naked and glowing, arching and trembling, and he’d never seen anything so beautiful. He wanted her. Fuck, he needed her. Sam ran his hands up the inside of her legs, past her knees. He touched the soft inside of her thighs, pressed them open, and damned if Annie didn't spread her legs open to him, just open up like a dewy flower. He touched her sex with his palms, completely covering her hot, pulsing centre. She let out a strangled sound, deep in her throat.