Simon Dexter Nude Novels & Stories

Simon whispered at Hans's mouth when their lips slightly parted, “Undress me... “ Hans seemed to be hypnotized as he followed Simon's command. Hans pulled Simon's shirt up, leaving the latter half-naked. Just then, Simon went behind Hans. And as he licked Hans's ear wetly, he slowly removed his pyjamas and his undies, making him totally naked. Simon made Hans face him and smiled seductively. Hans can't believe what he is seeing. Simon was very and totally aroused, “You're – You're too... too hard... Simon, are you serious with this?”

—What are you going to do with it, Little One? — Come and see? I ran to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Simon entered suspiciously and took off his jacket tossing it on the floor. His eyes gleamed with desire and he ruffled his hair in that way that made me crazier. I bit my lip and asked him to lie on the bed without clothes on. — Little one, you 're going to be my undoing. He took off his clothes and was only in his underwear. His cock was so big it barely fit inside his underwear. He lay down next to me and asked:

In between her thighs was getting so moist, she could feel the swelling of her vagina, her clits itchy, his arousal getting harder and harder, she wanted to grab it, she wanted to stroke it, but she had to go at his pace, she wanted him to dominate, she wanted to be the slave in his pleasurable land. Simon’s hand left her face and quickly went down to her bartender jacket, taking it off in an instant, he started unbuttoning her blouse, while kissing her. Diana couldn’t leave her hand hanging, it was too much for her, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it, his trousers falling to the ground, leaving him with only his tight Calvin Klein’s and his shirt.

"Okay, enough on the shoulders. My legs are a little numb now, you can rub them for me…" "You…" Simone went scarlet at his audacity. "Are you trying to die…" Darryl was not panicked in the slightest. "Well. Do you want that Chilly Marrow Pill, or not?" Simon had no choice then but to kneel in front of Darryl and begin to massage his legs. Whew! Just then, Darryl could not help but suck in a breath. At the same time, Simone's perfect curves were completely exposed. It had to be said that this lady had a smoking figure.

I said, "It's nice to meet you guys and it's your lucky night. Which one of you guys wants to go first?" "Hell, I'll go first," Dexter said as he unzipped his coveralls and allowed them to fall to the ground. When Dexter's coveralls were laying across a sawhorse, he pulled down his blue boxers exposing his long black uncut dong with silver pubic hair. I sat down on the bucket and started stroking it to life. With my elbow pointed outward and my thumb underneath, I jerked that dick nice and slow, getting the head to pop out of the foreskin like a long turtle neck poking out of its shell. I licked the crevice under the head while I jerked.

Simone straddled him—fully clothed. She ground against his cock through the thin silk of her panties. He cried out, unable to move. Damien leaned over, staring into Nathan’s eyes. “You like being nothing?” “Yes, sir.” “You like watching her fuck your pride into the floor?” “Yes.” Simone leaned forward, her lips brushing Nathan’s. “Then come for us,” she whispered. “Please,” he sobbed. “Beg harder.” “I need to come. I need it. I’ll be better. I swear.”

She sighed inwardly and continued to stare at the ceiling quietly. Suddenly, Simon's low, husky voice rang out. "Are you thinking about how to ditch me?" His warm breath brushed against Alexandra's ear, making a shiver run through her. She turned to see that he'd propped himself up, revealing a gym-honed chest, faintly marked with amorous scratches. Her eyes lifted to meet his teasing gaze. They were filled with teasing allure. His lips were quirked up, yet the look on his face made it seem like he was the miserable victim.

"Could it be who I think it is?" - Simon's gaze was fixed on the stripper before him, her curves moving seductively as she clung to the pole. His eyes were intense as he watched her bite her lip and then roll her tongue over it. He'd have her mouth around his cõck tonight. That ass would be red from his spanks by the end of it. "If you want her, just take her instead of ignoring what I just said," Dimitri said beside him, swirling her drink. "It's fun to imagine what you're going to do with them while they dance before you have them," Simon replied, not taking his gaze off the stripper.

Instead they made me angry. Because where was this consideration six years ago? Where was this respect when he was having me erased from his life like I never existed? He scrolled through more images. The beach shots. The group poses with Simon and the other models. Each one technically perfect. Professionally executed. Empty. At least to me. "These are from the studio shoot," Damien said, pulling up a new set. My breath caught. There I was with Simon. His hand on my waist. My head tilted back. The silk robe falling open just enough to be suggestive without being explicit.

"So she's bitter and has a camera. Fun." I sit down next to her, suddenly exhausted. "Aren't you worried? She has your face on that photo.." Simone turns her head and looks at me with those half-lidded eyes. "Damien, honey. I'm a stripper." "I know." "My dignity left my body the first time a bachelor party paid me to snort a line off a glass table and they fucked me afterwards." "That's not—" "My nudes are already on three different subreddits… my ex posted them years ago." She shrugs. "Some reporter with a grudge? That's Tuesday."