Spencer Grammer Nude Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, but what if he had given me an incurable disease that I was going to have to live with for the rest of my life? “What would you like for breakfast?” Spencer asked, rolling off of me before he stood up. His pale naked body gleamed in the soft morning light, highlighting the hard straight lines of the black tattoos that covered his hand from his knuckles up his arms and ending on his upper chest. He was all corded muscle and hard lines, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. How had a man like him wanted to sleep with someone like me?

Abby got to the private room with a drink in hand and found Spencer sitting on the couch with a lit cigar in hand. “I heard you ordered a drink and a side snack," Abby said, handing him the drink and leaning seductively toward his face. With the sensual music playing Abby moves her waist to the melody of the song, she takes off her shirt to reveal a silk-red bra, massaging her extremely oily body, she sits on Spencer, grinding her body against his flowing to the sound of the music, the tension is building, she takes off her bra showing off her perky breasts standing firm and pointing towards him, she shakes her upper body almost in slow motion moving her breasts side to side, while still on

Spencer's followed, sharp and unmistakable. "That baby is not mine." The clip cut there. No context. No before or after. Just enough to hang us both. Enough for the world to interpret it however they like. The caption sat under it in bold letters. MEN LIKE SPENCER RUIN WOMEN'S LIVES AND WALK AWAY. NATASHA MORRIS ALWAYS FINDS HERSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF MESS. My thumb hovered, then scrolled. "Wow. Pregnant and he's already denying it. Typical. Once a playboy forever a playboy!"

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

"How was your day at the foundation?" Spencer suddenly asked as his eyes focused on his laptop. I immediately turned my gaze to his topless body. I gulped when I saw Spencer's abs. 'Owsh! He's sexy.' Commented by the little voice in my brain. It's so jaw dropping to look at Spencer every time he's topless and even though I don't want to think about his naked body, I can't, because every time Spencer's face crosses my mind. His abs immediately sink into my brain. 'Oh god! What's happening to me?' "Your Saliva River." He smirked.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste. “That was amazing, Anne,” he said, his voice husky. “Thank you.” I smiled up at him. “You’re welcome. But I’m not done yet.” I stood up and pulled off my clothes, revealing my naked body. I straddled him, my wet pussy rubbing against his still hard cock. “I want you to fuck me, Spencer,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “I want you to make me forget about everything and just feel good.”