Taylor Dooley Nude Novels & Stories

I was kneeling on the ground, my body heated up as if I were in a sauna with the temperature set far too high. I heard a sound and looked up just as Doyle walked into the room. The only thing he wore was a towel around his hips. I knew that my heat had hit in full force when I took in his gorgeous physique which was on display to my hungry, sex-starved eyes. The mere sight of him had me wanting to jump his bones. Seeing him standing before me in nothing but a towel made me wet and filled my body with a deep and intense need for him. Seeing me on the floor, he stopped in his tracks, a look of surprise appearing on his face when he saw me on the floor. But I could tell the exact moment he real

Taylor stepped out with a towel tied around her waist, and Bryan who had been on his phone earlier raised his head to stare at her. Bryan had never seen her half naked in his life, at least in a right state of mind. Bryan almost lost his breath as he watched her apply some lotion on her body without even noticing that he was in the room He swallowed hard, trying hard not to lose his mind or lose control of himself. Taylor raised one of her leg and kept it on a stool which was close to the cupboard where the lotions were packed and began applying a few on her thighs. Again, this made Bryan swallow hard. He could feel the bulging of his dick in his trousers.

Asking if he’s single, then playing the just friends card? Dolly was right. Chloe was the kind who needed a whole pond full of fish just to feel secure. I replied, “Then go ahead and talk to him. He doesn’t have a girlfriend right now.” Chloe cheerfully answered, “Great! I’ll chat with him more then!” I quickly messaged Trey, “What exactly did you tell Chloe?” He replied lazily, “Didn’t lie. Everything I said was true. Just sent her a few pics of my car, my watch… and some shots of me doing extreme sports overseas. You know, skiing, skydiving, that sort of thing.”

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.

Connor said, and he and I switched places. "Wait, can you both at least get naked. I would like to taste Wade while you go down on me, Connor. I want your cock in my mouth Wade while I ride Connor's mouth," Taylor commanded. My cock has been trying to burst free from my pants this whole time. There was no way I was going to deny her. "As you wish, you little seductress," I cooed as I stood and stripped bare, my cock jutting out to attention right before Taylor's eyes. Taylor licked her lips as she watched me crawl back up onto the couch.

He entered his room without a care in the world, then he froze, his eyes on me, but I was too busy raking my eyes over that sexy body of his. Damn was my mate fucking fine… Water ran down his body and into his towel, I fucking wanted to yank off the towel and look at him properly. I mean, I’ve seen him shift, but he was one of the more modest men when it came to walking around fucking nude, so I hadn't really seen the goods. "Eyes up here." Taylor said. I clenched my jaw, my lips set in their usual thoughtful pout. "You can’t really control where I look, if I want to look lower… I can." I said cockily, before leaning back on my hands, not missing his gaze falling to my crotch, something that

Taylor’s hands slid up her cheeks and grabbed onto the waistband of her thong. "I'm just going to remove this pesky little thing for you, okay, Melanie? You have soaked it through, and it's beginning to get in my way.” He pulled her skimpy thong over her round bottom. His fingernails scraped lightly against her skin as he removed Melanie's last item of clothing, leaving a trail of shivers on her cheeks and down the backs of her thighs. More electrifying shivers trickled over Melanie's body as Dr. Taylor forcefully spread her naked ass cheeks wider apart with his hands. He pulled the skin around her puckered pink asshole taut.

Within minutes, they began hearing women staking their claims on Taylor. “At Brett Cooper’s party, Taylor and I had a one-night stand last year. My god, he is big!” One brunette said. “Taylor’s dick is like a fat and long green squash!” Charlie’s group moved within the bleachers and heard others make their version of Taylor’s manhood. “He’s like a curved zucchini. He can hit the right spot!” “Taylor is so big, it’s like he smuggled a baseball bat in his pants!” “If Taylor West’s dick gets any bigger, the FAA will require it to have a flight plan.”

But both were damn close in their own right, so gorgeous that only individual taste could place one ahead of the other. As to my own... hmm. "It's not that difficult, TJ. That's just the senioritis talking. Here, why don't you and Anjul go out in the hall and read together. Don't get lost, hear me?" Taylor didn't even understand why they were naked. She simply wasn't going to be out-classed. As I explained that I was going to get back to grading and they were free to entertain themselves however, she demanded to know why the hell they'd undressed to begin with. She was welcome to get dressed, I said, and welcome to go home if she wanted. Then I went into my office and picked up where I'd lef

It definitely flipped something carnal on inside me. He was wearing a black dress jacket and a light blue button down shirt with black dress pants. Yummy … with a spoon. “Jules there are literally no pics of you on the site. I insist that the world see how sex kitten you look, my masterpiece,” Taylor said, dropping under the counter lift and moving out into the lobby. There were easily thirty customers standing around, waiting to order, waiting on orders. Everyone turned to watch our little spectacle. “I like to think I helped,” Dante said, flashing his perfect smile.