Cari Cortes Nude Novels & Stories

I prop in his legs to support my body when I felt like I'm going out of balance. "Strip! I want to see you naked." Mr. Cardoza said, he doesn't care even though he knows I almost fainted because I sucked his big dick as deep as I can. But even though I was still out of breath, I could do nothing but take off my clothes one by one. While undressing I saw Mr. Cardoza also removes the clothes that were covering his body. I swallowed my saliva when I saw his muscular body, he has six-pack abs and a broad shoulder. He was fucking hot.

Not only was his face carved perfectly like some greek god of lust, his body was a fine work of art. It was like, he was built to fuck. Broad and muscular shoulders, fine, hard and sturdy chest, with a narrowed V waistline. Then below was his thick and abundance hard cock, slick with pre-ejaculate, which promised sin and intense pleasure. “Enough show,” Cyrus smirked and leaned into her. With a slight tug, her skirt was pulled down, along with her thong. Now, both were stark naked. Camilla was slick with sweat, her creamy skin shiny under the dim light. Camilla looked lean, Cyrus didn’t expect she was fleshy underneath. Her body smooth and very soft.

She had been training to be a good, caring, and submissive Luna for three years then. When her Alpha denounced their marriage, Carrie decided to reclaim herself and stuck with her comfortable glasses. “You didn’t tell me he’s so fine!” Winona squealed beside her. She hadn’t even realized she was behind her. On Carrie’s computer screen was a photo of Greg Noir, his overalls half removed, exposing a short-sleeved fitted tee that looked carved into his body. The rusted skeleton of the abandoned car sat in the dust behind him. His presence was a striking contrast to the decay around him. The sun hung low, casting sharp shadows that carved out the contours of his toned frame. Carrie could clearly

But I see everything. I freeze. Our eyes meet. For a second. Just one. But it’s enough to rekindle the fire. I want to go to her. But I don't move. Because at my arm, Cassandre has returned. And I become what I pretend to be. A man engaged. A man who has no right. But who burns to cross all boundaries.

he chirped In. “Don't worry about me sweetheart, I am fine” she assured. “Okay. If you say so. Just know that if you ever need to talk, I am here for you baby” “I know my love” she replied neither reluctantly as he began the arduous task of unfastening the corset. It fell to the floor in a heap along with the other garments and Rosita was now standing before him, completely naked, looking like a goddess. Her body was good. Perfectly sculptured.

Then, I froze, my eyes going wide, my heart jumping into my throat. Cara was in the middle of undressing. The top of her gown was down to her waist, showing the strapless bra that somehow seemed to cup only the underside of her breasts. I tried not to stare, but my eyes were drawn to her hot body like they had been sucked into some kind of tractor beam. “Close the door, Alaric,” she said, and made no motion to hide herself.

Cory chuckled, feeling excited and nervous. Saira's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she nodded, her desire evident in her gaze. Taking a bold step towards fulfilling their shared yearning for a deeper connection, Cory slowly removed her top, revealing her bare chest and allowing Saira and Kendra to admire her beautiful breasts. As her top fell away, Saira and Kendra gazed at Cory's bare breasts and leaned in closer, taking Cory's nipples in their mouths and exploring them with gentle kisses and flicks of their tongues.

only to stop short as it felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. There on the king-sized bed sat a very naked Carlo, only that he was just naked…. Head thrown back, leaning with his left hand to support him on the bed, hard, ripped abs on full display. His legs wide open in a man spread. Those strong, hairy muscular thighs flexing deliciously but those weren't the show stealers. Not really. His right hand formed a fist around his thick, long cock. The fat cockhead disappeared and reappeared as he moved his fist over his length.

“I thought I might have to give up, you were so peaceful like that, sleeping. It was almost a shame to wake you up.” Cortez almost chuckled but stopped himself just in time as he finally opened his eyes and faced Danika. His sharp gaze instantly took in what she was wearing, or rather what she wasn’t—she was bare naked, lying beside him, with only the soft cotton sheet covering her front and giving the bare minimum to his eyes to see.

His gaze wanders to my clothes, my jeans and rumpled shirt, the ones I’ve been sweating in since the drive. “You are to freshen up first,” he says. “You will have a change of outfit. Don Cortez insists. You cannot be received like this. Odour is not tolerated in this house.” Odour? “Both on you and... in you.” My ears flush, knowing very well what he was talking about. I had made sure to wax before coming here. The contract had been clear, according to his mood, he liked his submissives either bare or left with some hair.