Cari Cortes Nude Novels & Stories

I’ve won and we both know it. She picks up the scissors and cuts the material so she can remove her shorts. Her shirt follows and she’s left in her bra and panties. She hesitates and I almost backhand her for taking so long. She must read something in my expression. With a delightful whimper, she unclips her bra from the back and lets it fall. She slices the panties and they float to the floor. A deep breath escapes her lungs before she lifts her head and stands in front of me nude. The scissors fall from her fingers and she kicks them out of the stream of the flashlight without me asking. There’s a daring fire in her eyes now and I like it more than I should. She’s found her strength again

“Nudie? The correct term is nude.” “Did she consent to that?” “She posed for me voluntarily.” “But she didn’t volunteer to pose for you naked, did she? That’s why she’s so goddamn upset.” “I don’t see the big deal—” Carter didn’t see the punch Cash aimed at his jaw until it landed. He staggered back. Rather than taking a swing, Carter rushed Cash and they hit the dirt in a tangle of flying fists.

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

Aspen growls and leaves, shutting the door behind him. "Mind I ask what is it that you need to take care of privately with me, Miss. Costa?" Carlos asked, leaning back against his chair as he looked at my body from head to toe with a darkened gaze and pupils diluted. "If you remember you asked me to wear something sexy underneath because who knows we might end up getting naked and having sex on the desk of your office, right?" I reminded him while slowly pulling the front zip of my bodycon dress down at a seductive pace to reveal the red lace bra and a perfect amount of cleavage to Carlos who gulped and placed the files down on the desk.

"He wants to take pictures of you, Princess." I didn't know why my mind traveled so far but my breathing accelerated. "What— what kind of pictures?" I questioned, looking directly at Matteo. I watched as his eyes trailed appreciatively across my form. His gaze was so intense that I could feel my nipples get hard. I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't wearing any underwear and I could only hope my arousal wasn't obvious. "Any type of pictures you want, Cara." I licked my lips hungrily. "What kind of pictures do you want to take of me?"

Clay cleared his throat, “We’re going to undress now so we can shift. Not that we mind if you watch, but if you don’t want to see more than your ready for-” “And by that, he means a lot more.” Cary butted in. “Pfft!” I scoffed, trying to cover the nervous energy flowing through me. “I doubt there’s anything all that impressive to see but I’ll turn around to preserve your modesty.” “No need to be embarrassed, love.” Cary called me out, not buying my charade. “It’s all yours to look at, touch, or whatever else pleases you,”

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation. There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger. She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination. Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs. She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling. The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

I marched to the door, ready to snap at whoever was interrupting my misery. I swung the door open, and the breath left my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. It was Carter. He was shirtless, his skin a bronzed, golden canvas. His biceps were dense, rippling with every micro-movement, and the orange shorts he wore sat dangerously low on his hips. The way the fabric strained against his thighs… I could feel the heat radiating off him, melting my resolve. I became hyper-aware of my yellow bikini. I’d chosen it specifically for him, praying he’d finally see me as more than his best friend’s little sister.

Looked up. "Do you want us to remove the rest?" She nodded. Quickly. Without words. Kuzey pulled the dress down. Torn fabric slid over her thighs. Fell to her feet. Irmak stood completely nude. Voluptuous body exposed to the firelight. Fair skin. Full breasts. Slim waist. Rounded hips. Triangle of golden hair between her legs. Moisture glistened on her inner thighs. Swollen clit visible. The twins watched her. Golden eyes hungry.