Virginia Kull Nude Novels & Stories

I turned on my laptop, deceiving myself that I needed to work, but the tab I was opening wasn't for any work related shit. Guilt pooled below my gut, my emotions waring with each other but I didn't stop. I scrolled over to the pinned video. There she was. Kira. Long dark flowy hair, dark brown eyes, sultry smile on her full lips, staring at the camera. My cock twitched. Rapidly growing thicker and faster by the second. I clicked on the second picture, her naked breasts on display, legs pulled together, big cock leaking between her thighs. Kill. Me. Now.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

Yes, Kayla was right, Men are indeed currently undressing her shamelessly with their eyes and it made her skin crawl at the Unwanted attention. She is still a Virgin and new to all these sexual advances. Even with her nice curves carved into perfection with a nice Slim waist and flat tummy to boast of. With tan skin and cute freckles that dusted her face just a few inches below her green eyes. With massive unruly, curly auburn air. At age twenty-one, she never had a boyfriend. And that means never having sex either.

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.

Monica looked completely overwhelmed beside me. “This is insane.” Vivian smiled faintly before reaching into her purse. David’s expression changed instantly. “Don’t.” But she ignored him. Slowly, Vivian pulled out an old photograph and handed it to me. My fingers trembled as I took it. The picture showed a man holding a baby. Me. The man was smiling proudly at the camera. Tall. Handsome. Sharp dark eyes. And standing beside him— Vivian. “That’s impossible,” I whispered.