Simon Dexter Nude Novels & Stories

Simon turned her to him and kissed her forehead, then her neckline passionately, his hot kiss ran down to her cleavages, then he cupped one of her br**st, fanned on her n*pples, receiving a positive reaction from her, as her n*pples was getting more stiffened than before. "You seem to like when I breathe on your pink n*pples, I love it when you react like that, little pet" Simon praised and took in her hardened n*pples into his mouth, sucking on them like a baby drinking from his mother. His gaze snapped to Imogen's eyes, as he sucked on her, she shut her eyes closed and her hand covered her mouth, willing not to let a sound escape from her mouth. Simon's lips curled up as he suck on her n*p

Simon divulged as he removed his suit completely looking naked, he couldn't help but see his cock growing bigger as he reminisced on what transpired between him and Freya. He washed his body, happy that there was a towel to dry off his body. He dried off his hair as he stepped out of the washroom. He hated the fact that his enormous cock was still large and it would be hard to fix it in his trousers. "Can you go down a bit?" Simon tried speaking to his cock. "Don't mean no intrusion but I could help with that" She chuckles as Simon watches a lady step into the room. She locked the doors behind her.

Before he could have the pleasure of ridding her of that piece of clothing as well, Grace was quicker and, with just a simple movement of her back, had thrown her bra to the side, leaving her beautiful breasts bare, which made Simon moan in pure anticipation, barely able to wait to know what they would taste like. “Now that I've shown you my tits…” Grace said, in a warning tone “You have to show me your dick. It is the right thing to do.” "I've never heard of that rule of life..." Simon smiled as he reached down to the button on his pants and unfastened them, moving as carefully as he could so as not to fall off the narrow bed and still free his cock, which was already long and thick, before

Simon quickly closed the door before coming back to the bed where he had left an unfinished stint. "Are you ready to mark me naked?" Sabrina asked seductively. "I don't want everything to happen so quickly, I want it to be hot, sexy, and Memorable." Simon let out before placing a soft kiss on Sabrina's neck.

With her headlights from alcohol, she lands on the mattress with a groan. Her eyes widened in terror as Simon looked her up and down. - You probably are the only good thing your fucking father did. She fills desgasting. With no mercy, Simon rips her clothes off her fragile body. After she’s naked and rolled into a ball, he takes off his robe, puts on a condom, and lunges at her. She screamed for help. She cried. She fought back, trying to escape. All useless. In a few minutes, he was pounding on her, and she stopped fighting, endured the pain, and looked the other way.

Selena winked, showing off her hardened nipples. Simon's eyes shone with lust brightly, and his dick reacted immediately to the sight. All of the thoughts flew away. Pulling her close to him, he bent his head, wrapping his warm mouth around her clit. Selena dug her nails into his shoulder and moaned at the effect. It made her legs shake hard. His hands roamed her naked body under the robe. Slapping her butt passionately, he raised his head, kissing her.

Victoria stood there. Oversized jacket. Sunglasses—at night. The kind of confidence that made no sense in context. “Simon,” she purred. Before either of them could react, Victoria loosened the belt of the jacket and went totally naked just enough to make the moment akward Simon blinked. Once. Twice. Chelle stepped beside him, took one look, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Victoria finally noticed the audience and gasped, clutching her jacket closed. “Oh!” Chelle crossed her arms. “Simon,” she said slowly, “why is your assistant at your house?”

Simon had taken every twist and turn he could find, leaving us not only in the middle of nowhere, but also far from the path that we were supposed be following before. I slid from his back, slowly lowering myself to the hard ground, landing not so gracefully on my feet. I wiped away a few drops of sweat that were threatening to fall into my eyes, and watched as Simons skin began to bubble, the black hair receding from the large horses body and turning back into the large man I had been travelling with. Luckily, I had grabbed his clothing as it peeled away from his body, and even though parts of it had been shredded, his pants were still fully intact as he pulled them on. The shirt was in rui

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

Simone had informed Roberta and Matthew about the sexual harassment charges on Alexandro and in turn they told the models to be wary of him. “I know Leona Simmons; she’s a tall blonde” Alexandro says following in behind Irene who turns to look at him; “The pregnant redhead is not Leona Simmons.” “You don’t know her as well as you think you do” Irene states, getting a bit annoyed with him as she takes a seat on one of the chairs in the green room. “She is Leona Simmons. She isn’t wearing her bodysuit at the moment and is known as Simone Peterson when she isn’t wearing it. It’s still Leona; none the less”