Carly Baker Nude Novels & Stories

He’d promised to help her with the photo scandal, but this—this would burn itself into Natalie’s mind forever. “I’m not sure I can do that to her,” he muttered. Selena stepped back and hooked her thumbs into her bikini straps. “So, you don’t want to fuck me? You don’t want to rip this bikini off?” She slid one strap down her arm, then the other. “You don’t want to touch me?” Blake’s breath came rough. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. She cupped her tits, pushing them up, and then leaned forward to lick her own nipple, circling it with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. His eyes stayed glued to her. When she switched to the other nipple, heat roared through his body.

It was a rainy morning in New York City, so we were spending the last hour of our alone time at my apartment before she had to go back next door. And I’d just returned from the bathroom to a sight better than anything my imagination could have conjured up. Carys was stark naked in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. And she was dancing. Dancing so gracefully, like the ballerina she was. With her heels together, she lifted her arms above her head. Then she raised herself up on her toes as if they easily carried the weight of her body. She landed on her heels briefly before her right leg flew into the air. Then she spun. Naked fucking ballet starring Carys Kincaid was the best damn