Tracy Griffith Nude Novels & Stories

Tracy I’ve been a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital for five years now, and let me tell you, the nights can get long and lonely. Especially on the graveyard shift in the east wing, where the patients are mostly men recovering from surgeries or accidents. I’m Tracy, 28, with curves that my scrubs hug just right…full breasts that strain against the fabric and hips that sway when I walk the halls. I keep my dark hair tied back in a ponytail, but a few strands always escape, framing my face. My patients notice….they always do.

“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.”

He says grunting as he tried to control himself. Tracy moved in to kiss him and he returned her kiss groaning out in sheer pleasure, they both quickly discarded their clothes, thankfully Sean Tracy's new therapist has his own practice and it's directly in his home which gives them the confort to fuck without getting caught. He grabbed her hands and took her straight up to his room and right into his bathroom. The hot water sprayed down over them, her skin so rosy pink and warm as his muscled arms pull her tight into him, he loved the way her sweet, supple body looks all soft and hot and flushed under the shower.

In the video, Trishia sounded while flipping her naked body and positioned herself on top of the naked guy. “Hold your breath, I want to s*ck your d*ck!” She then performed it wildly in the video. “Do you like it?” “I’m very good.” “No! I’m the best!” She said while grinding on the top of the guy with her boobies swaying in the air. Her expression was very high in ecstasy too much different from her sweet demure image in the public. Her nakedness was flaunted in the video. Then after a while, the video stopped.

Although I knew that Tracy should be fine, I was very anxious when I thought that she was in rut at the moment and hid in somewhere I didn't know. Suddenly, I heard a slight sound from the lake. I turned my head and saw Tracy swimming slowly towards the shore. Soon she came ashore, soaked. It pained me to think of her staying in the lake for so long. The night wind blew, and I clearly saw that she shivered. I was about to go forward, but the scene in front of me froze me. Tracy started masturbating. Seeing her blushing, taking off her underwear, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipples, I couldn't help swallowing.

Alaine said as she closed the file she had been reading, then looked at Tracy with a cheeky smile. Tracy was stunned but still nodded her head. In her past life, she had hidden the wounds, since they weren’t treated, they left hideous scars. Out of shame, she always wore long-sleeved outfits and trousers to hide them. In this life, she wanted to change everything and enjoy life. The two walked out and met Mr Grant on the way. “Uhm, wife, Tracy, where are you guys going? I thought Tracy was resting?” he asked, a smile on his face.

She smiled at the thought of how much cum and from how many men she had in and on her body since this afternoon. 'You were a naughty girl today, Tracy.' She thought. She took her time in the hot shower, pampered herself with a lavender body oil, put on a baggy T-shirt and got into bed with her laptop and phone. Jim nearly sprinted to the den to check the quality of video that recorded Tracy in her new outfits. He opened up the recorded file and played the video. There were dozens of excellent close ups of Tracy that captured her entire body. One was perfect. It showed her enormous tits under the nearly see-through fabric of her white shirt. It also showed her head turned away from the camera

But instead of heading to her car, she left her bag on the seat and headed in the opposite direction. “I’ll be right back,” Gracie said. “Gracie!” Tracy shouted. She lay her head on the head rest and closed her eyes. Her mood was getting darker by the minute and her patience was running thin. A few minutes later, Gracie returned accompanied by a tall and dark man. Tracy didn’t open her eyes but she perceived the aroma of a pleasant cologne that she was familiar with. Gracie opened the door and took out her handbag. “I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart,” Gracie said. As she walked away, Tracy turned to face Tokodi. He looked exhausted but sharp in his three piece suit.

Grace sent this to her. “Do it then! You can't threaten me, woman. Sophia texted her back; her heart was racing, but she still tried to act smart. Maybe she thought Grace would be scared of her and then wouldn't upload the videos and pictures online. “I also have some of the chats to prove all I have to say, baby girl.” Grace texted Sophia. She was really trying to be patient; kissing was really not a big deal; it was normal, but when everyone saw your nudes, that was really **”””**

I had to admit, it was hard to imagine Aaden - even as possessive as he is - getting mad if I brought Tracy off with my hand. "No. But..." I couldn't believe how much I was confiding in my co-worker...but i'd gone this far now. The rest of the sentence came out in a whisper. "...but my...my sister was naked while she did it." Again, Tracy was just looking at me blankly. "So?" I didn't say anything, and she rolled her eyes. "Americans. You think nudity is immoral or something?" Yes, I wanted to reply, but I forced myself to take a moment. "No," I eventually admitted. "Not immoral. Just...private."