Carmella Nude Novels & Stories

Laughter and music spilled from within, but Carmela barely registered them. She just wanted peace. A sharp laugh cut through the air, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the pavement. “Lucas, baby, you’re no fun tonight.” Carmela’s breath hitched at the name. She turned instinctively, and sure enough—just a few feet away, leaning casually against a sleek black sports car, was Lucas. His dark eyes flickered with amusement as he spoke to the woman draped over his arm—a stunning brunette in a tight red dress, her long nails trailing over his chest.

He should probably learn to love someone or something and treat it well, it was going to be better than way. I was in my bedroom alone watching a movie but got distracted with times later. Jena went to visit Jason at his apartment hoping to spend more time with him if he wasn't too busy. "Knock, knock." Carmella said as she opened the door with a bright smile on her face. She wasn't wearing her training outfit just an ordinary dress. "Carmella?" I did thought she would have gone home when she left my bedroom. "Hey princess, feeling good?"She asked as she entered my bedroom and walked to my bed.

She takes her time to finish her makeup, rolls her hair up into a bun, opts for a black sleeveless dress and wears no jewellery around her neck all in a bid to show off Antonio’s mark to Tatum. “Who would have thought a time would come when the almighty alpha of the blood oak pack would be asked to wait for me and he would wait patiently like a dog for its master?” Carmela’s haughty voice fills the living room as she saunters in, taking majestic strides towards Tatum. Tatum stands up, looks at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes before his lips curl into a thin smile, his eyes falling to Carmela’s neck. “I see you carry the mark of the king, congratulations Carmela,” he says in a c

“Carmela. You can call me by that. About my identity… I will tell it some other time. You just have to know that, those people in black, they are after me. They want me back. Don’t let them. In exchange…” She took a deep breath. Not wanting to say any words that she would regret, she think about it and that is the only thing she knew she can do. Pulling up her clothes, Oliver was surprised with his eyes wide open. “What do you think you are doing!?” he shouted pulling down her clothes. “huh? I wanna show you my belly. There is a crest on it” He didn’t answer. ‘A crest…’ Carmela did just as what she wanted. A lotus print was on her belly.

That her true personality is not like the beauty of her physical attributes. "Good morning, ma'am. You called me?" I greeted her. I saw Talitha sleeping on the sofa near Carmelita's table. "Come in, Ando," she said without even looking at me. I followed silently. She was still wearing that white long-sleeved shirt, but the three buttons at the top had been removed. I can see her cleavage from here. Damn, it’s still early in the morning but I am thinking about sexy stuff. Anyway, I discovered something more about Carmelita last night. She was actually a bartender. That's why she's wearing a different uniform from us. She had a bartender's blazer that she also wore last night, but she took it

She also carries herself with the air of grace and elegance. They talked about a few things after dinner, Camella had retired into Andre’s chambers and was waiting for him to be through with his grandfather. When he eventually stepped in, Camella had taken a bath and changed into a transparent silk nightie. He could tell, there was nothing underneath. Her figure was outlined under the nightie and her nipples, they were hard staring at him with an invitation to suck them. “I see, you're ready for me” he chimed, his body hardening as he stared back at her nipples.

Joe murmured aloud as Carmen next pulled off her tank top, revealing her own large breasts. Jenna Jameson was last, her tits just as mouthwatering as she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and peeled it down to just above her waist. “Well this has to be the biggest collection of tits we’ve had for some time,” said Kent, licking his lips. “I bet you feel right at home Bambi?”

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

She slapped me again "STUPID! WE WERE ON THE RIGHT TRACK AND YOU DESTROYED IT" "That is a lie. I knew Casper wasn't happy with the idea either" "Oh my God! How could Casper choose a dummy over me" "Point of correction, I'm not a dummy. You know my name. My name is Carmella" "You're as ugly as your name" she spat out "Tell me the 'ugly one' you or me? You lied about being sick" "And you were stupid to believe it" "Because I thought you were human. Little did I know... Even if you kill me,, my place will never suit you"

And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind. Both women knelt naked on the cool marble, bodies already glistening with sweat and arousal. Isabela’s smooth, plump pussy was visibly swollen, her dark pink inner lips parted and shining, thick strands of clear slickness stretching from her clenching hole to the floor. Camila’s tighter young cunt dripped even more freely, her small clit peeking out, warm rivulets running down her trembling thighs and pooling beneath her. Rafael’s voice was low, dark, and commanding over the distant roar of Carnival.