Santana Garrett Nude Novels & Stories

Santana winks at her and responds. “Life isn’t fair, and your nipples look amazing. Straight Flush!!!” She shouts as she slams her hand on the table. “Maija, show me those tits,” she demands. I sigh before removing my bra. I definitely need to ban this from game night, or Santana will use all her game nights for her weird boob obsession. “They are beautiful!” She declares before reaching out to touch them. I slap her hand away. “Look but don’t touch, perv.” She laughs.

Santana was my only real friend and I wast sure what I would do if she left. We had spent months shopping for the perfect dress for her to wear to the ceremony. I knew she was very excited. As long as I had known Santana she had dreamed of finding her mate, she was always talking about how great he would be and how powerful he would be. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine having a mate. I had always been shy and more of a loner. I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool.

The man looks like he stepped out of a fitness magazine. Hunter smirks and elbows me on the side with a sly whisper. “It’s alright, Santana, all women get flustered when they first see him. The man is a babe magnet.” An embarrassing heat crawls through my body at his words, but I don’t back down. “Shut up,” I mutter, poking him back with a good-natured scowl.

While I began sopping up more cum than I'd made since I was a teenager, I heard Sandy say, "We need to get in the shower, sweetie. My hubby will be getting home in a half hour, and he'll wonder where I am." Holly unhooked Sandy's bra, and she let it fall to the floor, freeing her large tits to hang naturally. They didn't droop, but rather just settled down so that anyone looking could tell there was some good, honest sexual mass there. Sandy's great tits were the real McCoy! Holly then unfastened the garter belt's fasteners, and let it drop, peeling Sandy's stockings inside-out as it went to the floor, as well. Sandy stepped out of her heels, and the two completely naked women moved to a spo

“Are you ready?” Katrina asked, standing in a room filled with smoke as some pop music plays in the background. She cast the black fur coat she adorned aside, revealing a very short black top and mini skirt. Then she slowly began to take them off as well, even her bra and panties. “Well, fuck me!” Santiago exclaimed at the sight of her birthday suit. Fully naked, Katrina was truly a sight to behold. Her figure was immaculately sexy, if that made any sense.

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.

My bare skin is warm against the cool night air. A grin spreads across my face as I take a shaky step forward. “That was incredible.” A deep chuckle rumbles behind me, and I turn—only to let out a bloodcurdling scream. “Elijah! Why the hell are you naked?!” He smirks, completely unfazed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Well, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but so are you.” His dark golden eyes gleam with something undeniably sinful. “And I could stare at that gorgeous body all day.”

Declan shifts behind me to give me space but doesn't pull out. I open the camera, and point it down between our bodies. Garrett's cock is still inside me, cum dripping from where we're connected and running down the couch cushion. Declan's tattooed hand is resting on my hip, and Garrett's hand on my thigh, his watch visible. I press record. I pull off Garrett's cock. Slowly. The cum pours from my pussy in a thick stream that runs down my inner thigh and drips onto the leather. Three seconds of that. Then Garrett's hand slides into frame and spreads his cum across my skin with his thumb. Declan's tattooed hand appears on my other thigh, possessive, fingers pressing into my flesh.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

Boxer briefs. "Ughhhh… yes… yes, Daddy… fuck that big fat cock in my tight cunt." a high pitched breathless female voice yelled. Begging. I gasped. My eyes glued to the obscene sight before me. Silas had a woman beneath him. She was sprawled naked. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Her fingers were digging into his flesh as he moved. Silas was bare. In all of his glory. Thick thighs. Arms. Rounded waist. Not a single tattoo in sight. But did it work out?