Carly Baker Nude Novels & Stories

It wasn’t in the locker room any more. My expression hardened immediately as I took it in. There were too many of them. She was alone. Unaware, and completely exposed. Cake was lying on her back on what looked like her bed in the old apartment, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs. Her fingers were buried deep inside her pussy, the other hand squeezing her breast hard, nipple pinched between her fingers. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a moan, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Her hips were lifted slightly off the mattress as she fucked herself with her fingers, slick and glistening on her hand and inner thighs. The photo had caught her right at the peak — back arched, toes curl

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.

I pulled out my phone with my other hand, pulling up the video I’d taken earlier without her knowing. I’d angled the phone in the bag while she was swimming, catching her climbing out of the water, with her tank top clinging to her breasts,her beautiful nipples were hard and visible through the wet fabric. It wasn’t much. Just a few seconds. But it was enough. I hit play as I freed my cock, already leaking. On screen, Elara pulled herself onto the dock, water streaming off her body. The tank top was practically see-through, showing me everything. Her small waist. The curve of her hips. Those perfect fucking tits.

“I was leading the final lap when my bike went down.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “An accident?” “Someone cut my brake lines. Done by a professional, meant to look like equipment failure. I hit the guardrail at ninety miles per hour. I thought it was over. The doctors told me I was lucky to survive.” Nicole’s face drains of color, like she’s staring at a ghost. “Someone tried to kill you.” “Someone wanted me gone. Permanently.” I wheel closer, watching her reaction. “That’s the world I live in, Nicole. People don’t just compete with me, they try to destroy me. And anyone who gets close to me becomes a target too.”

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

"What if someone comes?" Caroline laughed. "Who? Our friends are away. Mom's at work." She shrugged. "Take a chance, bro." She fixed him with a look. "You want to see me naked? Fine, but I have to see you naked, too. A special offer which might never be repeated, to celebrate National Nude Day." Carl stared at her. "Okay," he said slowly. "It's a deal." "Great," said Caroline, throwing the newspaper down and springing lithely to her feet. She opened her robe to reveal her bikini. "I'll go and dump this in my room. See you in the pool." She grinned. "Don't forget to move the van!"

Not to forget his promise to release every of her nude pictures that he had taken. Some days ago in her annoyance and the need to be certain she isn't being fooled by him. Leila had confronted Carl to let her catch a glimpse of them. He had been adamant at first, but she wasn't one to give up either. Her eyes had almost fallen out of the sockets when she saw her naked self.

"Whoa Carl back off my boy. This girl is fine and he hit the jackpot with her. She is top shelf. Look for yourself. " At that moment James showed Carl a picture of Celeste with Stephanie at the beach. He must of gotten it from her social media. Celeste was wearing that cherry bikni and was glistening wet with beach hair laying on a towel. You could see every curve her body had. HE went to the next photo which was one where she was laying on her stomach. Winking at the Camrea. You could see her perfect round ass in the back ground. "Wow T-dog no wonder your taking so many showers. Please tell me she has some hot friends." Carl Said

His eyes were fixed in her, he couldn't take them off. Meanwhile Raina has been unaware that Jasper is staring at her from the car. It took a lot of convincing before Carly finally managed to force her into wearing a bikini. She just didn't feel like it. She frowned at the people, especially men looking at her lustfully. "Great. Now I'm a statue that everyone wants to look at." She thought sarcastically. Carly stretched herself in the sun. "This is so great! I'm gonna enjoy the day in very sure." "Yeah. You're enjoying it, I'm not." Raina replied her.

Her soft, full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and round, perky ass had made her a favorite in fashion and lingerie circles for the past two years. But today was different. Today, she was doing her first fully nude photoshoot. The man behind the camera was a legend in the industry: **Julian Black**, 38. Renowned for his fine-art and erotic photography, his work hung in prestigious galleries and the private collections of the wealthy and powerful. His images were sensual, raw, intimate, and unapologetically erotic. Julian stood near the large industrial windows, adjusting softbox lights with practiced precision. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, dark hair stre