Susan Anton Nude Novels & Stories

"Nuthin we do is normal, son, but it works for us." Susan sent a text. She was in a bathroom stall, dress up, panties down, masturbating. The message. "Show me to them. Make sure they're interested." I passed my phone around. Everybody nodded. Mary said. "Your wife's tall. I like that. Let's do it."

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

At this time, Susan subconsciously looked at the students around, for fear that someone would pay attention to her. With her head against her desk, she ducked back: I got it from someone in the bar yesterday. It works very well. It will work after only staying in it for ten minutes. After a while, she thought of something again, and then she sent it silly: When the time comes, she rolled around in bed, took off her clothes. It would be interesting to take pictures. At this time, Susan only wanted to shoot Mary Kinson, but she didn't think of the most vicious one.

"You look nice in that nightdress." I didn't reply yet because there was only one thing that I could see: Muscles. All I could see was an impressive muscle mass, swiftly moving underneath porcelain white smooth skin. Embarrassed, I looked away from Anton's toned torso. His abs flexed one last time as he raised his arms above his head to pass on a white sleeveless T-shirt. "You can look up." He smirked, his face at a few inches from mine.

Antonia didn't give a damn. She was going to use him to ease her sexual frustration. Fucking fantastic. Not giving a shit about her nudity or trying to conceal her naked body in any way, she flung the front door wide open and offered him a huge smile. "Hello there," she said, unable to hide her excitement. The postman's mouth drops open in shock. "What is wrong with you?" Antonia asked. "First time seeing a naked woman in your life?" She inquired, her voice oozing with seduction. Her fingers cupping and playing with her breast.

GRACE’S POV “Try me.” I said to Susan, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m serious,” Susan said, one hand on her hip, the other holding the edge of her towel like she was prepared to go to war.. “There is nothing wrong with a free spirited individual. You should get on that sometimes.” “There is something wrong with a free spirited individual half naked in my living room,” I shot back. “Go and put on some clothes.” She sighed dramatically, like I had just crushed her dreams.

"We work out together, I've seen you in yoga pants and you still rock them. Guys don't mind a little junk in the trunk, fun to spank." "Okay, this is getting awkward, I'll give in and say my looks aren't a problem." "Good, that saves me from talking about your blow job lips. I've had people ask if you use Botox." "I'm all natural," Miranda gave her head a toss, sending her hair, which she'd let down, flying about her face. "But not good enough I guess, Nick was screwing..." "That's not on you, that's him being a fucking dog!" Susan snapped. "You are beautiful, intelligent, make good money, and as we just discussed, you're a brick shithouse."

Dianne looked bolder and full of enthusiasm. Dianne moved nimbly to clean his collection of antiques. Anthony kept spying on Dianne until he saw Dianne suddenly take off her cardigan right in front of one of the cameras. He could see Dianne's entire body in her sleeveless crop t-shirt. Dianne had a piercing in her navel which had gone unnoticed for some time. Even Anthony was sure Shanon didn't know about it either. Dianne did some stretching movements when she looked like she was starting to get stiff. She twisted her body to the right and left, then stretched her arms up, and bent over until her deep cleavage was exposed to the camera.

She was the only one in the room anyways, so she thought until she pulls off the towel only to be greeted by Anton, staring at her with wide eyes. He came to drop painkillers so she will take them after she bathe, little did he know that he will be welcomed by the sight of her gorgeous naked self. Ashley screams and picks up her towel on the floor as fast as she could, covering her body though part could still be seen. Anton lowers his head, not embarrassed but shy. He can't remember the last time he felt this hot, reacting to the sight of a lady's nudity. So many ladies have thrown themselves at him, he's seen different skin textures and types yet, nothing moved him.

I gave her a small nod, my cock already stirring in my pants. She stood up, slowly stripped off her elegant black dress, bra, and panties. Her body was gorgeous, full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. She lay down on the thick rug in the center of the living room, legs slightly parted. Camila, a stunning Latina with long dark hair and dangerous curves, knelt between Susan’s thighs. She started slowly, running her hands up Susan’s legs, teasing her inner thighs, then gently spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.