Tracy Griffith Nude Novels & Stories

"I don't care... I just need you near me. We can talk about what you've done tomorrow. Right now, I need you." Griffin wasn't going to argue. He shed off his shirt, revealing bronzed abs and a chest to die for. "Jesus Christ..." Scarlett whispered. "You're even more ripped now than you were before..." Griffin chuckled as he slowly approached the bed. "I don't have many other things to focus on during the day besides going to the gym. So for the last few months, I've trained to gain the perfect body for you, Angel. Do you like it?" Scarlett nodded, and Griffin climbed into bed. It creaked underneath him as he crawled to find a place behind Scarlett. She shuddered when he lay down and placed a

I froze looking straight ahead at the couch. There she was, bare naked, and her breast being groped by a figure I had known too well. My mate. “You are so sexy,” he moaned, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. Tracy caught sight of me, but she didn't flinch; she smirked, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Tell me I taste better than her,” she voiced, biting her lower lip and her body moving with his hands. “You're better,” he moaned. He hadn't noticed I was in the room watching a scene that broke my heart. My chest felt heavy and my breath caught. How could he? I thought he loved me.

"If you think I'm not doing a good job, don't ask me to do it." Griffith, with his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her combing his hair, didn't argue with her. Charlotte took the opportunity to place her head on his shoulder, hugging his waist. "Griffith—" Hearing her softened voice, Griffith felt an itch in his heart. He licked his lips and turned his head to look at her. "What do you want?" "Listen to me, just delete the sex tape, okay?" The sex tape? Oh, yes. Indeed, it was a sex tape.

Brittany appealed. Tracy came out to them. She was downcast. A little girl with low self-esteem. Too young to be in high school. She was definitely in middle school. She must have been told all what was happening. Raymond avoided looking her directly in the eyes not to make her more uncomfortable. She ran to sit beside her mother. “That’s Grace” Brittany whispered to her as she held her tight against her body. “Hi Grace” Tracy waved weakly at Grace. “Tracy” Grace called her name stylishly with a broad smile. She waved her hand hard like she wanted to get it off her wrist.

Tracy shifted uncomfortably, knowing that she couldn't lie because she'd purposely leaked that news to the media so it could reach Heidi's ears. “Perfect.” Todd grinned wider. “It means you're no longer a virgin.” “Hey, leave me alone.” Tracy tried to push him away fruitlessly. “Aren't you only interested in married women?” “This time, I'll make an exception.” Todd leaned forward, ripping off the fabric of her dress. “Lucas Harrison must pay for disfiguring my face. Aren't you carrying his child?”

“Take a good look because it won’t last.” I pulled the tank top over my head and tossed it on the floor. Griff groaned, his gaze dropping to my breasts. “You always had the juiciest tits and the thickest nipples.” Ignoring the twinge in my core, I pulled down my knickers and tried not to react. “If this is your attempt to make me blush, you’ve failed. My so-called prudishness vanished quickly enough in the Punishment Pits since everyone there was naked.”

CONNOR She snatches my shirt and yanks me inside the room before my brain cells can fully process the orgasm-inducing sight in front of me. Slamming the door shut, she leans against it, cocking a hip provocatively. My dick is hard as a pike in an instant and threatening to rip out of my jeans. Tracy in cheerleader outfit has me sneaking into the bathroom and beating my meat to thoughts of her until I cum buckets. But Tracy in a lacy bra and panties has my knees going weak. I want to fall to my knees and worship her because that is exactly what she is--a goddess.

I nod and press the button on the transmitter. "Are you guys hungry?" Tracy asks as she starts removing her clothing. "I could cook something for you," she says, tossing her blouse on a chair and unfastening her bra. "Susan I can't wait to teach you the 'oral stimulation of the male genitalia' class." Tracy unzips her skirt and I watch Susan stare at her lightly freckled tits and her pale pink nipples. "I wish I had brought one of our lifelike male dummies that we use for practice," Tracy says as she kicks her lace panties aside.

Anonymous. Trent was butt naked and Tracy was on top of him, having the time of her life. And the text read. -Your lovely mate, Trent.- My heart bled.