Taylor Dooley Nude Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

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“Let’s get back to our business, shall we?” Leila unconsciously gulped as she let Taylor position himself on top of her. His well-defined muscles were shining as his sweat dripped down his body. She already knew that he was a fit man under his suit… But she never would have thought that he would be this… this big! His chest and back were all pumped with muscles, making him look even more manly. He grazed his shaft in between her wet part. “I’m going in raw… Is that okay? Are you on birth control?”

He was not a private person, that was for sure. As the weeks rolled by, I became somewhat used to seeing Troy with nothing more than a smile on. In fact, seeing him in clothes was beginning to look strange. He'd return from class and instantly strip, he'd watch television, read, study, FaceTime, eat and sleep completely nude, and that was when he wasn't jerking off. I kid you not, six times I counted in one day. He was like a human hose, constantly ready to shoot his juices wherever he decided, and the more comfortable I got seeing him do it, the more I began to fantasise about him shooting them on or in me.

“So don’t worry about making any noise.” A smirk tugged at Andriel’s lips—he knew exactly what kind of noise Hugo was hinting at. He stepped inside the cabin and found Taylor standing near the fireplace, shirtless, his pants hanging low as he cleaned the wound on his ribs. Andriel didn’t say a word at first. He grabbed his own pants, slipped them on, and let out a heavy sigh before crossing the room to Taylor. With a quick slice of his nail, he cut his hand and held it out.

I yanked on them, they slipped off immediately. “Taylor, stop!” He yelled, grabbing any surface he could find. He groaned as pain coursed through his body because of the move. I nearly sank his body into the water. He had nothing but his underwear on. A smiled from ear to ear. People that take a bath don't need their clothes.

Not letting go of his stare, not even once looking down on his now completly exposed, naked body i say: "It's a big shower. You mind if we join you?" Is this a dream? Am I waking up now? No. It's still going. I drop his cloth while he moves into the shower. I glance at Taylor who is already stepping out of his briefs. It takes me just a second more to remove mine. Water starts spraying down on Jay's body as Taylor and I follow him into the shower. Just now, taking in that view. That naked 18 year old body. Toned and tight. And my gosh, what a monster between his legs. Already hard and veiny. At least 9 inches. Perfect shape.

The conversation between Doyle and his friend, meanwhile, continued: - ... why the hell did you pile on me like that! Shannon raged. He was clearly angry, but his voice trembled slightly. "What's gotten into you, Trey?" I'm your friend! - Do I need to explain? Doyle asked coldly. - Are you serious? You wanted to rape a girl! She's not even seventeen yet! - Oh, yes, I forgot that you are the right one with us! Zak hissed. - Nobody was going to rape her, she wanted to. Didn't you see how she hung herself on Defalco all evening?

One of them — Tyler, I was almost certain it was Tyler — was standing with his hand on his hip, completely nude, talking to someone I couldn’t see, gesturing with the kind of animated emphasis that suggested a story being told at full volume. One guy — blond, enormous, tattooed — walked past the camera completely naked, scratching his stomach. Another was drying his hair with a towel that was emphatically not around his waist. Another was bent over, reaching into a lower locker, and the angle was — The camera whipped back. Chase’s face filled the screen. Close. Flushed. The specific shade of red that came from exertion and something adjacent to horror. “You didn’t see anything,” he said. “I—

"There are a million things that either of us could say right now. Juicy, just don't say anything. Okay? Because I don't want this second ruined. This is the most perfect moment of my life and I want to remember it just like this." Juicy lightly bit her lip and watched him. Troy glanced down and started kicking off his shoes. "I'm going to take you up on your offer to wash these clothes." He pulled off his shirt at the same time that he hopped up and down on one leg and pulled off socks. With no sense of embarrassment, Troy unfastened his pants and pulled them off until he stood there completely naked. Juicy's intent was to keep her eyes above his waist but just the one quick glimpse of his