Tessa Brooks Nudes Novels & Stories

I nodded and he took off, I took a deep breath, kinda like I'm always holding my breath around him. "Yo party poopers"* Tessy practically screamed in my ear before I could put in my locker combination. I turned around to a skanky as ever Teresa's Brooke, her pale skin sneaking out of her netted black top and her pale laps being exposed by her black shirt paired her ankle high boots. "What makes me a party pooper, it's damn obvious you are suffering from a hang over at the moment", I sighed cracking open my locker. "It's not a big enough hang over baby", I rolled my eyes and chuckled, no hang over is big enough for Tessy.

"You literally stare at her like she is the absolute cure for a terminal disease. It's embarrassing to watch. You’ve never shown this much interest in a girl, ever. Just give it up and admit it." Before I could launch into another terrible, entirely unconvincing defense of my professional behavior, the office door swung open, hitting the rubber doorstop with a loud thud. Tessa walked in, looking like she had stepped straight out of a campus fashion magazine. She was wearing perfectly oversized vintage jeans, a tiny white crop top, and oversized black sunglasses pushed up into her thick, bouncing curls. "Hey icons," Tessa announced cheerfully, dropping a canvas tote bag onto the floor. "Is At

*TESSA* His touch was driving me crazy… I knew I should push him away from my body… I watched him hurriedly freed himself from his shirt and singlet. I shouldn’t be doing this with him but there was an ache between my legs and only this man could take care of it… So I shut out every other disturbing thought in my head and let him have me. I arched my back up a bit and let him take off my bra. He scattered kisses all over my body…my face…my neck…my chest…my belly…

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

The soap and water made everything glisten. Wren’s redhead freckles were close to Mira’s cheek. “I’ll start on her clit,” Wren instructed softly, her eyes locked on Tessa’s arousal. “You take her opening. Lick inside. Get her wetter than she already is.” Mira nodded, a jolt of pure, nasty excitement shooting through her. She leaned in, her mouth opening. Tessa’s scent, even through the soap, was musky and sweet, the scent of a woman who’d been fucking hard and loved it. Mira’s tongue extended, flat and pointed, and she pressed it against Tessa’s lower labia, tracing the smooth, fleshy fold.

Lisa flinched on the bed and locked her eyes on the walk-in closet door to see the intruder. Brad stepped out with a new white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his V-line body. Water was dripping from his hair like dew drops. His blue orbs scrutinized Lisa. She was checking his body without any shame. "Are you done - drooling?" Brad asked with a raised brow. "Hey! It's wrong. You are seducing me." Lisa yelled and when she heard her own words, she bit her tongue. "Did you know what commotion you caused last night?" Brad asked with his arms crossed like a mother who was scolding her daughter for her misbehave.

“Shorts off.” Tessa hooked her thumbs in the uniform shorts and the panties under them and pushed both down. She stepped out of them on marble that cost more than her month. Naked except for the open top hanging off her arms. Vivian pointed at the stripped bed. “Hands on the mattress. Ass out. She came here to work. Let her hold a work position.” Tessa bent. The air hit her pussy. She was shining. She knew they could see it. Alec swore under his breath.

Curiously, she walked over to the table and looked at the catalog in shock. The catalog was all pictures of naked women in different poses wearing all types of underwear and brassiere with the outline of the clothed part quite visible in the photo. Brooke’s mouth would have gone dry with jealousy at the sight of all that attractive feminine beauty on display, but the fact that these pictures were in Nathan’s room unsettled her. What was Nathan doing looking at them? It wasn’t as if there was only one picture, there were many. Was this how he pleasured himself? Brooke felt dismayed about the fact that Nathan maybe loved to fantasize about naked women in bikinis. This wasn’t what she expected

I heard something in the bathroom and the door was open a crack so I stood there listening to Tessa mumbling something to herself. "Their still on me. I'm dirty. I'm disgusting. I can feel them. Their still on me." She kept mumbling to herself. So I slowly pushed the door open and she was sitting in the bathtub and the water was so hot that her skin was the color of a beetroot and there was steam coming off the water and she was scrubbing her skin raw with a brush. "Holy shit Tessa." I said. And it snapped her out of her daze and she dropped the brush.

Slowly, she angles towards the juncture between my legs. I lie on my back and shimmy out of my shorts. Once I’m bare, I spread my thighs, waiting with bated breath to feel her mouth on me. “Want to hear something crazy?” Bey drags a finger down the length of my pussy lip. I clench the sheets and bite down on my bottom lip. “What?” I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Tessa’s doesn’t come close to measuring to your pussy. Yours is utterly gorgeous. Moist.”