Tony Lopez Nudes Novels & Stories

“A weapon or something like that maybe.” “Well?” Tom asked, addressing Tony this time. “Do you have a weapon in your underpants?” “Sure do,” Tony said with a wink. “Check inside,” Tom directed the pretty actress. Brandi slipped her hand down the top waistband of Tony’s underwear, her fingers reaching deep into his pants. Tony groaned softly as Brandi’s bare hand closed around his rock hard cock, giving it a firm squeeze and then running her hand up and down the hard length. Brandi frowned as her fingers moved to Tony’s balls and gently explored them before returning to grasp his hard cock. For some reason the weapon Tony had in his pants was warm and almost fleshy. When she gave it a squeeze

"Tony is exceptional at everything." Lennox bursts into laughter. "Shut the hell up," I tell Lennox, trying to suppress a smile as I approach him and Blanca. "I'm serious," Blake tells Lennox, causing his laughter to fade. "Tony has never been below average at anything. Whenever he tries something new, he's practically a pro from the start." "It's like magic," Blanca states confidently. "He's a demon," Primrose chimes in. "One of those ugly ones that live in toad holes."

Only a few minutes into the video and Tony was already halfway to climax. He could only imagine what the girl smelled like. It looked like her skin was so, so smooth and her body was so cute and petite. The softness of a woman's hair always got him off in a weird way. Just the general soft beauty of her body, and the tight, wet ecstasy that was her loins. In his right hand, Tony held an old pair of his boxers around his erection so he could still navigate the site with his left.

I move to reply back, unashamed by my actions as I move to picture him naked once more. Amusement now dancing within his eyes as he moves to reply back. “And I quite like the view too myself” Tony then climbing back onto the bed only to capture my lips in a fiery kiss. A sharp tug soon greeting my nipples in which causes me to moan as Tony moves to pull away. My eyes soon looking down only to see that I was completely naked upon the bed. Perv. Quick to cover myself up does Tony move to chuckle loudly. Tony now slipping on his shoes before heading for the door.

Rick's blond, tanned from golf, with a mustache that tickles in all the right ways. They strolled down the stairs laughing, eyes lighting up when they saw me spread out on the couch, still leaking from Mark's load. "Look at this mess," Tony said, voice booming but hushed. He grabbed my chin, forced me to look at him. "Mark already break you in? Fuck, you're glistening. Get on your knees, princess." I dropped immediately, the cold floor biting into my skin. They circled me like predators, unzipping. Tony's cock thick, veined, already hard.

“I promised him no more scandals.” Tony's lips formed a crooked smile. “Hugging a girl can hardly be called a scandal. I'd say it's your most decent picture I've seen in tabloids.” I gave him a look. “Father called the photo outrageous.” Tony scratched his head full of auburn curls. “Is he aware you don't impregnate women by giving them a friendly hug?”

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

he offered, miming where the cupboard was with his spatula, flicking pancake batter on his countertop. Maria’s eyes took his inattention as he wiped it up with his tea towel to observe his masculine form. There was a dark purple bruise that she could only assume came from the bullet, along with a scar right underneath his collarbone that ran down an inch or two. His skin was lightly tanned, though his arms and face were darker than the rest of him. Tony likely didn’t take many beach vacations. As Tony’s head lifted back to her again, her cheeks pinkened a little at being caught looking at him. He quirked an eyebrow at her but looked back to the pan trying to hide how smug he felt that she’d

But what I saw made me freeze in place, my breath catching in my throat. Lorenzo was in sweatpants, shirtless, his body glistening with sweat as he did pull-ups on a bar mounted to the ceiling. His muscles flexed with each movement—broad shoulders, strong arms, and a toned back that glistened under the faint light in the room. His skin was tanned, and intricate tattoos wrapped around his biceps, across his chest, and down his sides. His back muscles rippled with strength, and sweat trickled down the length of his spine. It was the first time I had ever seen him like this, without a suit, so raw, so... real.