Carla Quinn Nude Novels & Stories

Caroline orders. She steps back from him and watches as he undresses. When he’s completely naked, she removes her shoes and skirt before taking her tank top all the way off. She stands there in front of him, only clad in her bra and panties. “Do you like what you see?” She asks, her hands going behind her back to unclip her bra. It falls to the floor and Antonio’s eyes widen as they bounce freely. Her pink nipples are stiff as she cups her large breasts and pinches her own nipples, a smile plastered across her face.

But no one else knew it. I shook my head too, and squeezed her hand. “It’s not impossible, Car. We’re here, right here. We’re proof. Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” Cara gave a nervous little laugh and sat back on the couch, but she didn’t let go of my hand. “Do you want us to show you again?” Jack offered genuinely. “Just so you know you weren’t dreaming or whatever?” “No! No…” she said quickly, licking her lips. Then she looked back at me. “If I’m going to be staring at somebody naked, I want it to be you,” she whispered, really quietly.

"Carlie, I might as well tell you, beside being a nudist, I am also an exhibitionist. I only found out recently, after I moved here and couldn't stand the heat, that when spike or snake look at my pussy, I get wet down there." "Where I come from in Cleveland, Ohio, it isn't this hot, so this heat has made me suffer bad. Spike told me to do whatever it takes for me to stay cool. So off came one piece at a time until I was naked. When the guys saw me, I loved every minute of it. In the evenings I sit on the swing with my legs spread so the guys can look at me. Like I was sitting tonight when you came. I hope it won't bother you or make you jealous if I spread my legs and let Bart see my pussy.

His scent hit her like a wave—cheap cologne, fresh sweat, and something primal, pure testosterone. Carla felt a shiver race up her spine straight to her soaked pussy, which clenched involuntarily, squirting more juices into the already drenched panties. “He’s perfect, fuck. Tattooed, rough, ready to fuck me like a back-alley whore,” she thought, biting her lip harder, body trembling with anticipation. She opened her coat a little wider, exposing the silk camisole clinging to her full breasts, hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, begging to be touched.

A soft little gasp. My eyes snapped open, and there she stood in the moonlit shadows of the room. Carla. She wore a white top that displayed her stiff nipples like rock-hard diamonds, and tight, lacy panties that clung to the plump curve of her mound. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was a lush O of shock. I blinked, but she didn't go away. Carla was really standing right there. And she looked like a dream, like a fuck fantasy. I knew I should put my dick away and start making excuses but—

We both stalk over to them and Alessio moves off her and that’s when we see her pretty pink cunt, glistening with need. “No panties?” I say to her which comes out in a growl, I look at her face and then notice her nipples small little buds hardened and sticking out under her bra, “You have been a naughty girl Carina” I watch as she takes a shuddering inhale of breath and her chest rises and falls enticing us further. Luca speaks up “Let us taste you, Carina?” She nods her head eagerly and that’s all the permission we need before we all pounce on her.

“Okay… I’ll model for you.” Henry straightened dramatically and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Cara Johnson, Henry’s girlfriend.” Sara rolled her eyes. “Okay.” “Please give her a round of applause,” he continued, clapping exaggeratedly. Taking a deep breath, Sara remembered everything Cara had once taught her and what she had just seen on YouTube . She lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and walked right there in front of him. When she finished, Henry clapped enthusiastically. “Woo! You are amazing.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Whatever happened to knocking. "Shit, you are hurt" he rushes to me but immediately stops in his tracks. Oh! we just found out am naked. I am not ashamed of my body at all. Apart from my scars, am proud and confident. My breasts are perky, flat stomach from intense working out, my butt is round and my hips are slightly curved with long smooth legs. Carl's eyes rake over my body, studying every crevice and curve. His eyes trail on every scar covered up by a tattoo and I watch him swallow dryly.