Jordan Beckham Nude Romane & Geschichten

Drake was standing stark naked in the dead center of the room. The light from his bedside lamp cast long, amber shadows across his physique. He was built with a lean, swimmer’s musculature, broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist and hips etched with deep V-lines. His skin was pale but flushed, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the light. His chest was defined, the muscles jumping with every heavy breath he took. He was better than when I had peaked at him three years ago. His hands were occupied, wrapped firmly around his length as he worked himself. I could hear the tinny, rhythmic sounds of a pornographic video playing from his phone, which he held loosely in o

He was wrong. Jordan stood under the shower spray, back to the door, completely naked. Water cascaded over the hard planes of his back, down the deep groove of his spine, and over the perfect, muscular globes of his ass. His thick thighs were planted wide, and one hand was braced against the tiled wall while the other… fuck. The other was slowly stroking his heavy cock. Alex froze in the doorway, blood rushing south so fast he got lightheaded. Jordan’s cock was gorgeous—long, thick, veined, the head flushed dark and shiny under the water. He stroked with lazy confidence, thumb swiping over the leaking slit on every upstroke.

Her lips were glossy and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Take off your clothes,’ he ordered Becky. Becky quickly began to do as he ordered, smiling. Meanwhile, Anton opened his trousers and took out his hard cock. He began stroking it as he looked down on Cordelia. ‘You’re going to take the whole thing now.’ He stroked her pulsing cunt. Cordelia met his eyes, and willed him to fuck her. He seemed to enjoy her desperation. Now naked, Becky climbed onto the bed. ‘What shall I do?’ she asked.

However, the man was really testing her patience. "You know what? I have been watching porn since yesterday," Beckett said before leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. He still looked at Vivianne. "I watched almost all types of porn. Public sex, anal, fake taxis, and other things." "Stop talking," Vivianne bluntly replied and concentrated even more on reading. "But none of those videos compare to our intimate nights, baby," Beckett said with a grin, completely disregarding Vivianne's earlier rebuff.

The room smelled aggressively of strong deodorant and heavy sweat, the loud sounds of running showers echoing from the adjoining tiled bathroom. I was frantically yanking at the stubborn, frustrating buckles of my chest protector when the heavy glass door of the shower room swung completely open. Jordan Draven stepped directly out into the main locker room, completely and entirely naked, the hot steam billowing heavily out into the colder air directly behind his massive frame. "Hey, Emberly, did the coach ask you to log the final defensive metrics?" Jordan called out casually, casually running a white towel through his dark, dripping hair as he turned entirely to face me.

"I mean, sir, Miss Bethany want to speak to you." "The door is opened." Jordan deep voice came from inside. Sara opened the door and moved away while Bethany went in. Her gaze fell on Jordan and her mouth went dried immediately. She was frozen to her spot as she stared at the half naked man standing before her. He was only wearing his black pant and nothing else on his upper body. Jordan slowly turned and faced her. Seeing how lost she was, staring at him, he smirked and asked in a low, deep voice that sent a wave of shock running through her bone, "You like what you see?"

We wake up each day to walk on a thin rope called Survival, hoping it wouldn't snap. I was done with my dumbbell reps, and doing quite a number of pushups. Now I'm standing close to the far wall, arms folded, back to the fence, far enough not to be involved in whatever nonsense the others were brewing—but close enough to keep an eye on my cellmate. Just like a well decorated elephant in a circus, Jordan has his chest bare. His tanned skin milked just enough sweat he could use to wash the dirt off his hands. He stood near the weights bench, shirt off, tattoos glistening with sweat. chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals.

I arrived for the final scheduled session already trembling with anticipation and nerves. Jax had texted me earlier: “Tonight we break all limits. Wear nothing under your clothes. Be ready to beg.” I stepped into the gym wearing only a loose tank top and sweatpants that I stripped off the moment the door closed. Naked. Exposed. Heart pounding. Jax was waiting, shirtless and imposing, the gym lights casting sharp shadows over his ripped physique. On the bench lay new toys, a larger anal plug, nipple clamps, and a thick vibrating dildo.

Rhonda came out and worked the heavy bag, then she did laps. About eleven, Julia came out and said, "Becky's ready, Master." I dried off and went inside. Becky was on the bed, naked. Getting on the bed with her, I just kissed and made out with her, stroking and touching, preparing her body for sex. She was panting, ripe and ready for picking by the time I stopped. Julia lubed her little asshole thoroughly. Becky lubed my cock. "I can't believe this is going to fit inside me. Will it hurt?"

If you also had the opportunity to see the sexy, muscular backs of these men, you would automatically keep every detail in your brain, too. She opened her mouth to call out to them as they started moving towards the opposite edge of the pool, but the words died as they pulled themselves out of the water with an easy lunge and stood under the golden light. They were…naked! And judging from the thick, erect cocks jutting out from their bodies, they were thinking about sex. Beck turned away from her to murmur something to Jared and presented her with a view of one of the hottest asses she had ever seen.