Yoko Matsuda Nude Novels & Stories

She treats her admirers like annoying gnats, and it only makes Matt’s ego want to crush her resistance even more. He scrolls further, finding a video of her doing a heavy squat set at the gym, ass stretching under her leggings, followed by a video of her at a firing range, aiming a Glock as she nails a bullseye. She's wearing a white tank top, no bra, her nipples visibly hard under the fabric. ‎Matt feels a familiar throb in his crotch, his dick hard against his pajamas. ‎He stops scrolling. Enough lurking. He taps the "Message" icon, with the same cold confidence he uses to sign multi-million dollar deeds.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Matteo was sitting in his big leather office chair, shirtless again, pants pushed down just enough. His hand was wrapped around his cock—thick, hard, and so much bigger than I expected. Long and veiny, the head dark and shiny with precum. He was stroking himself slow and steady, eyes half-lidded as he watched the laptop on his desk. The screen showed a man fucking a younger woman from behind. She was on all fours, moaning loud, pushing back against him while he gripped her hips.

Echo is driving him. I switch to another feed. User: SilkRose. A woman at a gym in Tokyo. She’s on an elliptical, her face flushed, biting her lip. She’s looking around nervously, hand fluttering near her waistband. I know that look. I know that heat. "They are beautiful, aren't they?" the fragment whispers. "Lost in the loop. You can participate, Mia. You don't have to just watch." My hand drifts to my own thigh. I’m wearing yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt. Underneath, I’m naked.

The red lighting bathes everything in a sinful glow. And the bed isn’t empty. A young, beautiful woman sits cross-legged, naked, fingers teasing through her hair. “Took you long enough, Viper. Don’t tell me you almost forgot our appointment.” She murmurs, softly and playfully. I pause. Oh… she’s the client from LA Luca mentioned. “My apologies, Matilda,” Nico says beside me. His hands move to unbutton his suit jacket and inner shirt, revealing the sprawling tattoos across his chest and arms.

Goldman and Carter’s voices played over the phone. “Are you recording her?” Goldman asked. “Yeah. You don’t see something like this every day,” Carter answered. That ass looked awfully familiar. The woman who owned the ass turned around. It can’t be, Matt thought in shock. His head bent down over the phone. It was her. It was Jodi with her urban hair blowing in the wind. Matt felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets. Her yellowish skin was only covered by a few patches of red cloth and string. She may as well have been naked on the back of that jeep. Matt realized it was her jeep. It looked like the cruiser pulled up beside the jeep. Carter and Goldman were chuckling in the vi

Matt taunted. "I'm not scared." I retorted, pulling the photographs out of the envelope, and placing them on my laps. "Not so terrible, see?" Matt teased, but I was quiet. I didn't know what I was staring at yet, I didn't know what this was. I glanced through the photographs one after the other, and then my brain began to comprehend what was right in front of me. It was pictures of a naked man, and a woman, although their faces weren't shown, but I couldn't understand why Matt had these, and why he was showing them to me.

Yahiko couldn't just believe she was making him do this now, at least he should be left alone to wallow in sadness a little, he guessed. He stood there frozen like a statue deep in thought and not moving, Matsumoto became furious, and then she walked over to his back and pushed him towards where the room was. Yahiko was now standing by the door, he knocked a little, then held the doorknob slid it and walked in. Matsumoto stepped back and then scanned the whole house for something she could get her hands on while waiting. .

Matt’s eyes widened, and with a smirk, he slipped off his jacket and his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest and abs. Next, I removed my bra. My hands were trembling slightly as I unhooked the clasp and let it fall to the floor, but I felt a sense of confidence wash over me upon seeing Matt’s eyes settle on my bare breasts. We took turns like that, neither of us speaking, as we removed all of our clothes. Finally, we stood fully nude in front of one another, with only the glow from the hot tub illuminating our bodies. I wanted to touch him. To feel him. But I restrained myself that much. We could look, but not touch. For now, I would hold onto that little shred of Celeste that was left inside o

I watched Mr Mattias take off his shirt, then his jeans. He's eyes fixed on mine. “Take off your towel,” Mr Mattias commanded. One that I couldn't refuse. I took off my towel, standing naked before him. My breathing was heavy, heavier than it should be. I watched Mr Mattias's eyes run down to my nipple. A sly smile crossed his lips.

"Could I maybe get a titjob, and you suck it a bit?" "Hey, there he goes," I said, clapping my hand on my leg. "Way to go, Matt." "I would love to, hun," Sarah said. She slid off of the couch next to him onto her knees, then peeled off her crop top fully. "Oops, guess I'm naked now," she laughed, and bounced herself a bit so her tits wobbled and hopped on her chest. She spread Matt's legs and immediately wrapped those wonderfully plump breasts around his dick, making it disappear.