Taylor Love 303 Nude Novels & Stories

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.

Inner Devil frowned, saying: “Please don’t.” “God, Babe, I love your ass,” Taylor said, his hand now gripping her waist. The more he pressed his weight above her, the more his dick got buried in between her bottom cheeks. “Do you love it, Babe?” Taylor asked. “I—Um. I—” Again, she could not express it, but her heart was pounding crazily, and her peach was damp again. “I’m cumming,” Taylor declared. He sat up and pressed her butt together to enclose his rod. Then, he picked up the pace.

“Watching a movie. Loud one.” Jake frowned. “With the door locked? And it sounded like a girl.” Greg shrugged. “Adult movie. Needed privacy. You’re early.” Jake tried to peer past him. “Why’s your room locked if you’re in my old—” The door had swung open a little more. Taylor’s pink shorts were visible on the floor. Jake’s eyes widened. Then Taylor decided fuck it. She stood up naked, cum streaked across her body and walked to the door. Jake’s mouth dropped open.