Carly Baker Nude Novels & Stories

Caroline was not resisting at all, she was moaning, and foul words kept flowing out of her mouth when she was given seconds to catch her breath. Caroline was lying on a table, naked, surrounded by men with their clothes kept as is, and only their cocks were pulled out of its confinements. Her hands were both busy fondling one shaft on each, her mouth was filled with one after another, her lower torso was twisted to its side, hanging by the end of the table while a man was taking her anal and another was banging her pussy. Denisse could keep her eyes off Caroline, she was starting to feel wet, but the pornographic view she was watching was right in front of her. She had the fear she was going

Show me. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. I leaned back against the window, sliding my knees apart, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. I let one hand drift between my legs, fingers teasing the place where I was already soaked for him. My other hand snapped a photo. I sent it. Seconds later, another photo flashed on my screen: Caleb, bare-chested, hand wrapped around his cock, already hard, the head slick and flushed. He wasn’t shy about it. If anything, he wanted me to see every inch.

Dozens of them. I saw her name first, Kayla. Then the photos. Nudes. Close-ups of tits I didn’t recognize. A video thumbnail of a girl on her knees, mouth open, Tyler’s dick in frame. Captions that made my stomach drop. “God I love when you choke me with it” “She never lets you do this, does she?” “Can’t wait to ride you again. Your gf’s pussy must be so boring by now” And worst of all…his replies.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

Carter said as he took off his shirt, leaving the many girls there to stare at his beautiful abs and ripped muscles. "I never said that," she replied as she sat in the chair and let her children play in the sand, then picked up her book to read. "There he is," Alexa smiled broadly at someone behind her. Jenna looked back and saw Sean coming toward them in a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts. His muscles stood out as he moved his arms back and forth as he walked. Jenna turned to see that Alexa was wearing only a one-piece bikini that showed most of her body. "Let's go surfing," Carter called.

Whether it was photography… or design… or anything she decided to touch. She didn’t just do it. She mastered it. A faint smirk tugged at my lips. I swiped to the next slide and the air left my lungs. It was Chris. But not the Chris sitting across from me. This was a side of her I’d never seen. She was captured in a bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip with a look of pure provocation in her eyes. Her hands tracing the curve of her butt. And her breast,