Tony Lopez Nudes Novels & Stories

Lorenzo declared, climbing into his car and speeding away from his mansion with Tony beside him. They pulled up to a bustling clubhouse and settled into a VIP section. Lorenzo began downing drink after drink, quickly becoming intoxicated. Tony observed his boss, anxiety creeping in as he scrolled through his phone. He knew what Lorenzo had done, and instead of preparing for Chris's inevitable retaliation, Lorenzo was lost in revelry. Frustrated, Tony rubbed his forehead. "Get me girls!" Lorenzo bellowed drunkenly, erupting into laughter. Reluctantly, Tony complied, even though he wasn’t keen on the idea. Soon, the private room was packed with partygoers, laughter, and clinking glasses as the

She was losing control, and a tiny part of her wanted to let go completely. “Yeah… that’s it,” Tony groaned. “Take it off. Show me her fucking tits.” Rob obliged him. Both straps down, he flicked her bra away with a practiced move, leaving her topless and exposed. She was breathing hard now, every nerve ending alive with heat and shame and raw, aching need.

The thought alone should scare me. Ten orgasms in one day? But I’ve had more. All at their hands. Tony laughs. “Come and find out, brother.” He says, smiling against my skin. “Feel her full breasts. The whore wants them squeezed!” He moves his hands away from my breasts, making me pout at the lack of contact. “Please, Nick.” I plead, frowning up at him. “I need you guys.” He smirks down at me, his eyes flickering between my pleading eyes and my hard nipples.

“You're going to be up there in the lights, poles and all. You're going to dance for the guy and then he's kind of expected to pick you and yeah, screw your brains out.” “Tony.” Lala smacked his bare chest. “Ow.” Tony joked in a sensual way. “Shut up.” She focused on me. “Just try not to think about it. Just move your body and don't look at them. Those leeches have no thought process, like Tony here.” “Hey, at least I pull both sides.” Tony jabbed. He looked at me through the mirror. “If it helps I can give you a pro tip. The crazies love the drinks.”

she poked her thumb at Tony and he smacked her hand away from his chest. “Hey,” He protested. “I have principles.” “Oh yeah? Name one.” “...I don’t drink before noon.” he puffed out his chest. It was his confidence for me. “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” “Fuck you, Candice. At least I know when to put the liquor!” Tony huffed. “Huh? Are you trying to pick a fight you big turkey!” Candy stood, rolling her sleeve up to reveal her own tattoos. "Yeah, you Gorilla! Square em’ up!” Tony stood to his feet as he rolled up his own sleeve, but before he could finish up, Candy was already tackling him to the ground.

Jax followed seconds later, pumping my womb full until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs in creamy rivers. They pulled out slowly, leaving my holes gaping and ruined. I pushed like the trained p**n whore I was, showing the camera my prolapsed asshole and the cum farting out of my stretched cunt. “Look what you do to me, Victor,” I whispered breathlessly, still lost in the fantasy. “This should be your cum dripping from your stepdaughter’s filthy holes.” Tony lowered the camera, grinning. “Jesus, Lila. That was some of your hottest shit yet. The boss is gonna love this one—taboo stepdad stuff is trending like crazy.”

The ladies came out laughing and feeling very tired. Tony took an extra ten minutes in the bathroom before emerging. He wiped his chiseled body and walked confidently to his closet. Despite not having any special occasion, Tony put on a simple t-shirt, and yet he still managed to look like a Greek god. Tony's chiseled body was a work of art, with sharp lines and defined muscles that would make any sculptor envious. His piercing brown eyes were captivating, and his nose was perfectly proportioned to his face. He had a strong jawline and full lips that always seemed to be smiling.

Lala sat on the toilet and relieved herself of the rest of her load, which slid and plopped out, eased by the stream of semen. Lala lay naked and empty on the bed, smoking the other half of the spliff she had started before becoming distracted by Sèdonoudè. The hiss of the shower mingled with Tony Porsche’s mellifluous voice. His repeated attempts at magnanimity rescued him from being merely the dullest of political pedants, and his half-hearted attempts to ‘see the other side’, yet falling back into that default viewpoint, Lala felt, made him more human if not humane.

He nudged Tony with his left arm and asked, “Tony, is there anything you want to share?” Because of his wound, Tony could only play with his right hand. However, he sat straight and his right hand was steady. He was smoking a cigarette so when it was his turn to play, he could only leave the cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips. Tony played seriously with his eyes narrowed and his posture looked elegant and thug-like at the same time. After hearing Elliot’s question, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “What are you talking about?” “Tell us about Myra!”

Ivy held her breath in the closet. Tony took one step toward the sound. Then another. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the room. “Lorenzo… you have someone here?” Lorenzo stepped quickly into his path, blocking him with a casual laugh. “Oh..that? Yeah. It’s, uh… my new pet.” Tony stared at him, deadpan. “A pet.” “Yes,” Lorenzo said, scratching the back of his neck. “A cat. Very shy. Very… emotional. Likes to cry for no reason.”