Simon Dexter Nude Novels & Stories

smile as he stepped out, water cascading down his naked chest while his shorts cling to his body tightly. My jaws dropped as I watched Simon, his body was tanned and he had lots of tattoos. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared, my dignity eluding me for a moment. “Ximena… I didn’t know you came here…” He had a smile on his face as he walked towards me, grabbing a towel along the way. Goddess knew I hadn’t noticed anything around me. “Y… Yes…” I stuttered, feeling extremely hot as he sat close to me. “Let me guess, you love the peace the river has to offer. This place has always been my spot, it was our spot initially but she’s no more.” He muttered, bowing his head and I

Lexter Montero sucked her tits longer and remove her red panties. Yaze suddenly open her eyes as Lexter was sucking her nipples. Her eyes were wide open while Lexter Montero stopped abruptly and went on kissing her lips while removing his robe exposing his chisselled nude body and top on Yaze. “ I need you mmm,” Lexter sweetly whispered and pulled her clothes off from her body. Skin-to-skin they felt each other’s naked body.

Amanda tried to delay the conversation involving Simon. She knew Mark was offended with Simon’s actions. She will think of her words once inside the bathroom. Mark just stared at her uneasy figure going inside the bathroom and when he heard the sound of the water from the shower, he quickly dialled a familiar number. Mark: “Dex, I need information about someone. It cannot be traced back to me” Dex: “Amanda North?” Mark: “No. Simon Peters” Dex: “Pietro?”

Smiling widely as he cupped his blonde teacher's hefty tits in his hands, the teenager nodded toward the other side of the room and chuckled: "They sure seem to be comfortable enough!" Moaning softly as Makoto kneaded her big boobs while rolling her thick pink nipples between his fingertips and pulling lightly on them with an expertise beyond his years, Emma turned to see her naked sister already on her knees between Simon's legs, her lips wrapped tightly around the fat purple tip of his monstercock. With his pants bunched at his ankles and his T-shirt crumpled in a heap on the carpet, Simon was smiling goofily as he held Emily's head in his hands, guiding her to take more of his veiny pole

"Come on Nelly, you know we are only here due to the bargain; if Diego stays in jail forever, we are out of this place, so—" "I am exhausted and would prefer it if you resolved your disagreements with Sofia instead of me because I am just thinking about the bag and not Max," I cut her off and quickly put on headphones to avoid hearing what she was about to say next. I was still surfing through I*******m when I received photographs of Mr. Simon with a naked chest. I am not sure if he was attempting to entice me or what, but everything I saw only irritated me more. I updated the settings so he could see that I was viewing all of his texts. I later fell asleep and woke up feeling sick.

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.

But the truth is, he was a pervert! I got to know all this information when the sister of my friend became his victim. That incident happened in France when my friend's sister met Nicholas Monet a.k.a Simon Morris and was invited to see him. Unfortunately, my friend's sister was sexually abused, and when they tried to bring their complaints to court, the case was dismissed due to lack of evidence.

I wanted to scream his name but didn't out of the reservation, but I didn't know how long I could hold it in. I felt him adding another finger inside, stretching me out to prepare me for the real thing, then another. I arched my back upward, allowing him to reach my deepest part, touching all the right spots. I couldn't hold it in anymore and let go while screaming his name loud enough for people to hear from across the street. Simon looked up and licked his fingers, smiling as if he was satisfied with himself. Then, he took his boxers off. I gasped and frowned.

“If you’re hoping for a private show, you’re outta luck. It’s my night off. Just here to enjoy.” He leaned into the bar and sidled up closer. “Nah,” he said, stroking the dark stubble that lined his jaw. “Just wanna treat you to a shot, is all.” “Is that all? Nothing else?” Nina darted her eyes to Simon’s jacket, an oversized holographic bomber that she suspected contained pockets full of illicit merchandise. He followed her eyes and understood her meaning. Jerked his head in the direction of the VIP restrooms and said, “I’ll give you anything you need, baby. Just tell me what you want.”

And I wasn’t kidding when I said he looked sexy. “SB... And he’s seriously muscular. His body is, like, on fire,” I said, sneaking a glance at Simon out of the corner of my eye. As expected, his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. I could already tell he was mentally constructing a shirtless image of Silvio. I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous Simon looked. He didn’t just breathe and eat rainbows, he practically shot them out of his eyes. His thing for super buff guys had gone way beyond a preference; at this point, it was a full-blown fetish.