Carol Harrison 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

Some were posing seductively, while others seemed to be caught off guard. Harrison chuckled to himself, clearly entertained by the contents. "You'd be surprised who's willing to do whatever it takes to get ahead," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. As we stepped into the cozy container, my eyes glanced at the ladies, most of whom are naked, and a few of whom still have only their bras and panties on.

My lips press tightly together, I nod as best I can. "I'd like to think so. But last time I checked, good girls wear bras." His hands go to the middle of my back, and rips down the zipper to my dress. The front of the gown falls open, revealing my bare breasts. I hadn't opted for a bra since it is so low-cut in the back. Harlan smirks when he sees me nude and uncovered, groping me roughly between his palms. "So fucking naughty," he moans, lips diving to my neck, where he sucks roughly against my skin. "You thought you'd tease me all night, hmm?"

Olivia's words were melody to Harrison's ears, who, without further ado, stripped naked in front of her. She knelt in front of him and looked him in the eye, with both hands she brought her erect member to her mouth and began to gently suck it. "Ah! "My queen," Harrison exclaimed excitedly, "I feel like I want to explode!" He said in a guttural voice

His pajama bottoms were getting tight and uncomfortable, but he dare not get up to change. Finally, he turned his eyes back to the movie, just in time to see the saleswoman, now only wearing her bra getting bent over the dressing room’s bench by the man, whose underwear mingled with the other discarded clothes on the floor. His breath caught as he watched the guy thrust into the woman’s wide-open cunt, and at the same time, he heard Cara gasp as well. He dared another look at Cara to see that she was sitting there, her hands clutching the bottom of her T-shirt so that it pulled down over her body, showing off the curves of her small round breasts. Xavier tried to turn away when he noticed th

Then he saw her. Carmilla stood up from where she was seating just for Harrison to spot her easily. She wore a sleek ivory dress that hugged her form in soft waves, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. The subtle gold in her earrings caught the light, adding an ethereal glow to her already breathtaking appearance. Something inside Harrison stirred, deep and wordless. He could feel it in his chest, a strange tightness, a yearning wrapped in the warmth of familiarity. His feet moved on their own.

I opened the strings of her bikini top, tossing them away and ohhh… my heart stopped beating for a moment as her firm breasts bounced free from the fabric. I held her cups in my hands to feel the weight and god.. She was meant to be for me. The perfect size. I squeezed slightly and she arched her back in my hands. ********** Caroline… No one had ever seen me naked before Xavier. And his gaze was making me squirm internally. He went silent for a while. Maybe I wasn't up to his usual standards. Maybe I was more chubby than he had enjoyed before. I was about to let my insecurities take over but then he looked up

She wore a simple yet provocative black satin dress, and earrings that sparkled like blades. — You look gorgeous, she whispered. Even in ruins, you radiate something incredible. I managed a smile. One of those smiles you give when you just want to avoid crying. — I messed everything up, Cass… I caught him with someone else. At his place. In our bed. He lied to me for months. She opened her arms wide and ordered two shots of tequila. — To all the men who don’t deserve us.

I couldn't help teasing him. I was wearing a low cut cobalt blue singlet over top of a push-up bra, revealing quite a bit of my ample cleavage-portraying every bit the part of the badass tattoo artist I was. I grabbed the sides of my breasts and pushed them up and together, and blinked innocently. "What? These?" He grimaced. "You know it's gross when you do that, little sister." "You're not the only one with sexuality," I reminded him. Absinthe green eyes zeroed in on me. "Really? And when was the last time you indulged in said sexuality?"

Tsk! I have already selected the brands that Carla can work with. No one is allowed to make her wear bikinis or underwear for their advertisements. Anything that shows too much skin will be rejected at once. She's my woman, and the best they can do is to watch her from afar. I can't have some malnourished teenager jerking off to almost naked videos of my girl. Nope! Not at all. Well, Carla's nudes are only meant for my eyes. No one else should see her that way.