Tony Lopez Nudes Novels & Stories

“Still so loose and sloppy.” Tony moved to my head, unzipping and pulling out a fat, uncut 8-inch cock already leaking. He slapped it against my cheek. “Open up, debt boy.” I parted my lips and he shoved in, fucking my mouth with short, deep thrusts. The musky taste filled my senses. Rico and Enzo stripped quickly, revealing more hard cocks, Rico’s long and curved, Enzo’s brutally thick with heavy, low-hanging balls.

he teased, amusement dancing in his eyes. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly shifted my gaze away, attempting to mask my embarrassment. "I see you're making a habit of not wearing a shirt," I finally managed to stammer. Tony explained that shifting with clothing was impractical, given the frequency of wardrobe casualties. He assured me that I'd grow accustomed to it. I countered by mentioning my upbringing among shifters, where nudity was a commonality. His raised eyebrow hinted at his amusement. Tony wasted no time in unbuttoning and dropping his jeans, revealing a distinct lack of underwear. He was undoubtedly well-endowed, and while I may have been inexperienced in certain aspects, I was no

The scene that greeted us hit like a thunderbolt. Tony was on his stomach, naked at the bottom with hips raised and his shirt half-open. His head was buried in the bed, and one of his hands we could see was clutching onto the bedsheet tightly. Behind him, Mr. Olsen, shirtless, on his knees, his hands on both sides of Tony's waist and his erect p***s pointed right at Tony's buttocks!

I had reached 148 pounds and it did not sit well on a 5'4" frame. The picture was not bad, even with shorts and a sleeveless top, but I wanted to be honest. The long dark hair with those silly childlike bangs caused me to grimace a bit. 'Short hair would have made me look thinner,' I thought. Tony was of Italian background and he looked great in his picture. Very muscular, short black hair, combed straight back, no smile, but inviting eyes- brown like mine. He had said he was short, but I couldn't tell from the picture. I decided he looked like a nice person I had a good feeling about this one. I trusted him enough to give him my work number and he called me shortly thereafter. I was even mo

As much as she hated to admit it, she needed Tony if she wanted to put Louis in his place forever. So, with a new conviction, she jumped to her feet and headed to Tony’s room, completely forgetting that she was only putting on flimsy nightwear with no underwear. Without second thoughts, Lily knocked on Tony’s door slowly and played with her fingers as she waited for a response. Fifteen seconds later, the door opened to reveal a bare-chested Tony and loose gray sweatpants hanging on his waist. Lily’s eyes wandered across his perfectly chiseled physique, illuminated by the soft light from his room. As Lily gazed open-mouthed at his broad shoulders and defined abs, she wondered when he would ha

"Look at this, guys . . . This whore looks even better with her lips around my cock." Tony continued to fuck my face, pumping in and out of my mouth. He stopped occasionally to rub his cock over my lips, spreading pre-cum obscenely in my hair and on my cheeks. Meanwhile Jose stepped behind me and used his fingers to trace a line from my pussy up to my asshole and back again. His hand massaged the groove between my legs from front to back, rubbing my juices between my pussy and ass. He released his cock from his pants, again not undressing, placing the tip of his cock on my pussy. "I want some of this slut's hot cunt . . . Look how it's wide open and inviting us in."

I say, smiling up at him. Tony laughs. “Me too, but…” “That was cool wasn’t it!?” “I feel like I’ve been at the spa all day,” he whispers back, laughing more now with the joy of it. “I’m so cozy, warm in my soul. I’m so fucking relaxed.” “I know! I –“ “Results?” Alvez says, pitching his voice louder to interrupt us. Tony and I both turn to him and when Alvez flicks his eyes down to our still-joined hands, I blush a little and pull my hand away.

The air felt cool against my soaked skin. Me: I’m squirming now. Tony: Good. Then I’d tell you to pull your fingers out, slowly. Let me see the way your pussy tries to keep them. I did it, dragging them out inch by inch, feeling the drag, the slick resistance. A thin string of wetness connected my fingertips to my entrance when I finally slipped free. I moaned softly at the loss. Me: Fuck… I’m dripping onto the sheets. Tony: Show me, take a picture. Just the mess between your thighs, no face. Send it.

“I don’t do repeats. Get up and get going.” Lorenzo caught the bundle one-handed, not bothering to cover himself as he stood. Completely naked, unashamed, morning light cutting sharp lines over his abs and down to that thick, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his thighs. My eyes betrayed me, dropped straight to it. Fuck. My tongue swept across my lower lip without permission, heat flashing low in my gut at the memory of how it felt splitting me open. He noticed, of course. That grin turned smug, predatory.

] Alicia, riding the wave of hype, rolled out a challenge series titled, 'Tony's Top 100 Extreme Stunts. One fan threw down the gauntlet: if Tony was untouchable, they wanted to see him go hand-to-claw with a monster lobster. I had seen clips where those lobster claws could snap a phone screen like a cracker! Alicia did not blink; she was all in. There was Tony in the video, bare-handed, holding his own against the lobster's onslaught. His chubby little hands came away without a scratch! Meanwhile, I was left patching up Laura, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves, trying to make sense of it all.