Carson Barry Nude の小説・ストーリー

Anticipation was powerful, and Carson was all about abusing that power to its absolute fullest. His teasing continued, and I unhooked my bra, trying to encourage him to go forward. Luckily for me, he took the cue, pulling it off me and reveling in my naked breasts in front of him. Carson smiled, his approval comforting as I'd never shown them to anyone who should have been attracted to them before.

Richard asked. Cassian spread out his arms. “I’m not standing here naked to pose for Playgirl.” “But you could totally pull it off,” Barbara said before she realized it. Popping her hand over her mouth, she stared at them, horrified at her bold statement. Richard started laughing so hard he ended up sitting down on the edge of the bed. Cassian growled at the other man before turning his attention to her. He climbed on the mattress and tore the covers off of her.

Her voice, a sultry whisper, commanded, ''Take off your pants too. My cock throbbed at her words, pulsing with anticipation. In one swift motion, I stripped off my pants and underwear, freeing my nine-inch monster. It stood at full attention, ready for her, as her eyes widened with a mix of lust and admiration. I gazed at Barbara, catching her eyes locked on my cock. She gulped, her cheeks flushing slightly. The hunger in her stare made my dick throb even harder, and I knew she noticed. Without a moment's hesitation, she began snapping pictures of me, circling like a predator, capturing every angle as if planning to create a 3D model of my body.

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

she squealed and giggled as he smacked her bare ass three or four times. "Your turn, Stephanie!" Carson grinned. He lay her down on her back on the top of an old air conditioning unit that stood beside them. Curvy little Stephanie raised her legs into the air, turning them back and forth to show off her beautiful calf muscles and her luscious white thighs. Once again her skirt flipped over her waist, and she lay there—totally exposed and vulnerable—just waiting to get reamed. Carson dropped his pants to the street and stepped out of them. His massive cock bounced invitingly as he stepped up to the plate, roughly spreading Stephanie's legs as he grinned wickedly at her.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

He then unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, a subtle gesture that caught the attention of the women in the room. Two girls were seated nearby—one on Charles’s left and the other on his right—pouring him drinks and giggling at his presence. They leaned closer, their eyes widening as they took in Stephan’s casual yet captivating demeanor. The sight of his unbuttoned shirt, even partially revealing his toned physique, sent them into a flurry of whispered excitement. Charles watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smile. “You all can leave now,” he said, gesturing dismissively to the girls.

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh