Taint Body Part Novels & Stories

His shoulder rams into me and we tumble to the floor in a mass of arms and legs. "I'm sor....." Aiden's words cut off before he can apologize as his eyes roam over my body. It's then that I realize the towel has come loose. Looking down I see what he sees. The bright silver scars slashed over my breasts. The stab wounds throught my thighs and abdomen.

We are now in our room. Tay is standing in front of me. He lets my hair down and caresses my cheekbones. I wait in anticipation of what he is going to do; I can’t believe that I trust him with my body. He leans in and our lips collide. The kiss is slow, gentle, passionate, and full of love. He is showing his love through his kisses, and that he won’t do anything I don’t want. He buries his hands in my hair and I moan and move my hands to his neck, and his hand tugs my shirt up. He breaks the kiss and pulls the t-shirt over my head, exposing my half-naked body, and I’m glad he doesn’t look at it. I have never been half-naked in front of a guy willingly before and also, I don’t have the confid

she fought to get those words out, all she wanted to do was to resign to the pleasures of body that he made her feel at this moment, she knew he was none other than her Tazz, he and only he had the right to touch her body , she didn't want to refuse as at this moment she felt greedy, she wanted to have him just as desperately as he must be wanting her “Mmm, what about this then?” he asked as his hand again slid down to her core, touching her mound with soft fingers, she gasped again, louder this time, as she felt him run his fingers across her vag*na, she heard the sound of moisture and covered her face with both her hands in embarrassment Tazz smiled, he loved the fact that she was all soak

I decided to steal another glance and moving toward the door again, I peeped. As I glanced at his body, my eyes widened in awe. His muscular and hairy chest glistened with water, and his well-defined abs were incredibly attractive. A mesmerizing tattoo adorned his arm, extending from his shoulder to his elbow. The room's light enhanced the allure of his physique, making him glow as the water reflected off his skin. His short black hair cascaded down his head, with a few strands gently resting on his forehead. It was more than just physical attractiveness that drew me in; there was an inexplicable pull, as if my inner wolf was urging me to mate with him, but I resisted those instincts.

She loved feeling his hot, slick, semen against her tingly skin. As Ben began to relax, Tiffany eased her grip. She looked toward his eyes, still covered by the towel, his mouth gaped open in pleasure. She drew the remaining semen from his shaft softly and felt the strength drain out of him. She slowed to a stop, looking down at her hands and chest. Semen coated part of her hands, neck, and chest. Some even smeared onto Ben's thighs. Cum had splattered over parts of the towel and up Tiffany's forearms and biceps. The front of her bikini was smeared with cum and oil, probably permanently stained.

I begin to wipe her body ever so gently. "Oh my, Tip, how did this happen to you." My mind raced, my heartbeat erratically, and my eyes grazed over her lovely form. I have seen many female bodies, but none ever affected me this way. She was slim but toned, with smooth, even skin, a tiny waistline, and sizable hips for her weight and frame. I take a deep cleaning solution that kills most germs but is not harmful to the skin.

“Always.” I followed him into the bathroom, and we got under the water together. I rubbed soap onto his chest and arms, watching the suds turn into bubbles and drip down his hard body. The water followed the rivers in his stomach, dripping all the way down his powerful thighs and toned calves. There were scars on his body that would be there for the rest of his life, but that didn’t detract from his perfection. In fact, it made him even more perfect.

He lifted his upper body from above me and pulled his t-shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the corner. When for the second time our body made contact, but without any barrier of stupid clothes, my hands on their own accord started roaming carelessly around his back, his waist, everywhere my hands can reach. I made this mental image of tracing those incredible tattoos of his with my fingertips, which was unsurprisingly warm to touch. His prominent arousal, now grinding roughly between my embarrassingly wet panties, was creating delicious friction between our bodies, especially to our most intimating areas.

I hugged him and cried out loud as I can. When I slowly open my eyes again and I can't bear to see clear, so I rub my eyes and saw someone's half body wearing a white towel. I slowly run my eyes up, seeing his half body naked. A V-shaped waist, little grey-white short hair on his belly button, continuously, his four small hills abdominal muscle feels like tempting me, his big chest dark nipples, and his red marshmallow lips. Goddess. It's Vincent.

She would've at least helped herself with a cup of hot beverage if she didn't constantly think that Adam neared insanity with each second wasted. The door opened seconds after her first ring to a god in a white towel that secured his lower body in contrast to his upper body which left nothing to the imagination. The ridges on his firm abdomen were as deep as a valley and his strong chest was beautifully molded. Gianna burned with envy of every droplet of water that slid from his hair down his shoulders and through every nook and crook of his sexy upper body.