Carly Craig Nude Novels & Stories

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

After Carlo removed his shirt, there were no further strange actions—he simply took a few steps forward and sat down beside Lyla on the sofa. This was the first time Lyla had seen his bare upper body. His physique was powerful and well-defined, his bronze skin glowing healthily under the soft light, and his six-pack abs looked chiseled, every inch seemingly brimming with raw strength.

With anger coursing through her veins, Cara stormed in, hitting all the light switches to brighten up the room and boom! Just by the corner was a big bed with two naked people in a standing ovation fucking and moaning loud like the world was about to end. And did it hurt her to the very core that her husband was out there in one of the hottest sex positions she knew with a complete stranger?! It was nothing compared to the next thing she was about to see. With Cara in the room, Chris quickly pushed the lady away and grabbed his boxer somewhere to cover up his nakedness.

" He said hoarsely. Tanya finally looked him in the face and almost scoffed. Strip? Like.... he's gonna sleep with her now? Even after trying to strangle her? Is this guy human at all? "Tanya." Craig called in a hard tone. Tanya couldn't disobey him. No. So, slowly, she stood up and started undressing. Craig sat back and watched her strip, enjoying every bit of it. ********************* Somewhere in Atlanta Georgia ************************* (Krishna's Temple)

“AIDs isn’t transmittable through air. Why should I be scared?” “Interesting.” The woman put down her makeup box. “I’m Grace. You?” “Carly Remain.” “Spelling?” “C-A-R-L-Y R-E-M-A-I-N.” “Strange, but nice.” Grace smiled again. Once she sat down, she began brushing her hair. “You don’t seem like a woman who has not seen the world. You’re pretty smart too, so how did you end up in the human traffickers’ hands?” “I don’t know either.” Carol gave a self-deprecating smile. “Perhaps a certain person was right. I overestimated my own intelligence. I’m actually pretty stupid during crucial moments.”

****CRAIG'S RESIDENCE**** Craig was on a couch in the sitting room with a girl who was just in a bra and panties on his laps, they were making out. Craig took his hands to her a** and squeezed it gently. "Hmm.." the girl moaned, caressing his chest. Craig suddenly pulled out of the kiss, his lips went to her exposed b**bs and he kissed it before taking it out of the bra with his hands. He was about sucking on it when his phone rang and he groaned before retreating, he reached for his phone on the center table, he swiped the green button when he saw the caller.

Creighton smiled down to her seductively as the camera clicked. Without instruction and without thought, he leaned down and kissed her lips, trailing a warm path of tiny nips down her neck to the deep cleft between her breasts. Sandra relaxed into his touch for a few moments before reality struck her, and she remembered where they were. She opened her eyes as Creighton moved back up her body and smiled. “I want those knickers off,” he whispered. “I want a photo of you completely nude and hairless. Please?” “I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.”

As Nate drives off, I'm jumping in the hallway that I had his number. We've exchanged numbers before he left. I stand, staring at his contact number on my phone. I could not wait to go out with him tomorrow. A few minutes later, I receive a notification from I*******m stating that my newly added contact is on I*******m. Immediately, I open the notification, and it takes me to Nate's profile. I walked to my room, admiring his profile picture. Shirtless picture of him, with one hand running through his wavy black hair and the other holding the phone while he faces a mirror in the bathroom. He's so hot that I lay in bed, staring at it for a long while, before searching for more pictures on his

"Your first impressions matter. A little touch-up won't hurt." Surrendering to her demands, I let her do her magic. Then I got dressed, wearing a loose vintage shirt, comfortable black shorts, a pair of nude sandals, and golden hoop earrings. Luckily, no janitor or house mistress was in sight. Craig's smile broadened when he caught a glimpse of me. He was blissfully happy while a sheen of sweat was ruining my makeup. "You're so beautiful," he spoke in a soft voice. "What's the plan, you daredevil?"

Their bodies pressed against each other, desperate for the release they both craved, The room was filled with soft moans and whispered words of desire. Their clothes became nothing but obstacles in their pursuit of pleasure. Each piece of fabric was discarded until they were both completely naked, their bodies entwined on the bed. Craig's hands roamed Mary's body, memorizing every curve and crevice. He kissed and nibbled on her skin, reveling in the taste and scent of her. Mary's fingers tangled in Craig's hair as she arched her back, giving him better access to her most intimate parts.