Sherry Foreign Nude Novels & Stories

Now I really do feel like a fucking catalyst, like an extra in an x-rated movie. As I'm lying there, with my aching cock sticking straight up in the air, Shelly breaks the kiss and starts working her way down Cyn's body. Fuck! She's sucking her nipples and running her fingers through Cyn's matted bush. Cyn is lying back with her eyes closed, spreading her legs and pushing her mound up against Shelly's hand. I want to slam my cock back inside her steamy pussy and finish what we started, but Shelly has other ideas. Winking at me, Shelly kneels between Cyn's legs and lowers her mouth to Cyn's wide-open pussy.

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.

Nail sat up, hearing Sherry's needy moans. I desperately grasped the sheets on the bed and pulled them loose as Sherry continued to lick along my clit. I glanced up and saw Nail moved over and kiss sherry. He stood and mover behind sherry holding his stiff cock in his hand, admiring the two beautiful women exploring each other. Sherry was bent over and Nail slipped his cock into her sweltering fire. I looked up and Sherry's salivating mouth fell open and she smiled devilishly with passion filling her eyes.

And from the looks of that deep cut at the back, I can't imagine she's wearing underwear. She sits down next to her sister, like always, then clears her throat. My grip on the back of my chair is tight. I look away and force myself to settle down, hoping to hide my hard-on with the table. Sheryl turns to her sister and gasps. “I'll call you later.” She says to the person on the other line before ending the conversation. “Cheryln Reed, what the hell happened to you last night?” Cherry reaches over to fill up her plate, tipping her chest at a downward angle. I could see her breast; this isn't a dress. It's practically just a sheet attempting to hide that sexy body.

Then she starts crying. What the fuck! I thought. Why is she crying? Sherry P.O.V.: I was on my knees! I saw Derrick's cock hanging out of his pants. I look at that wonderful fat cock in my face. “Suck it!” I heard his voice growled out. I looked up at him with worried and desirous eyes. I started sliding my hand around his cock. I feel how hard he is. Oh, God, I did that to him. I blushed with fiery red on my cheeks. Then I did something he told me to do.