Carol Harrison Nude Novels & Stories

Hastily, she placed one hand on the bathroom door and yelled, "Don't! I'm coming out now." She closed her eyes, opened the door, and finally stepped out of the bathroom. Slowly, she walked out into the bedroom while trying her best to cover her body with both hands. A hungry look flashed through Kirk's eyes once again. Caroline was wearing a red bikini. Her skin was fair enough, and the red color made her skin glow even more. It also emphasized the red marks all over her body. She looked very enticing, like a strawberry he wanted to gobble up in a single bite. He couldn't restrain himself any longer.

She missed all of the time we'd spent on the tail end of the trip staying in cheap hotels where we'd often all crashed in the same room. Carlie liked nothing better than mentally undressing guys and speculating what they'd be like in bed. She did it all the time, in front of me, and given that we'd almost hooked up several times early in our friendship, I'm sure she'd gone through the same mental exercise with me on many an occasion. I think that's why it bugged her that Heather had seen the real thing. Carlie joked - semi-seriously - that it wasn't fair that Heather had gotten to see me naked and she hadn't. I responded that it was fair because Heather, unlike Carlie, had undressed in front

“Don’t say that out loud!” She laughed against my palm, then pulled away. I shot her a playful glare. “You know that was Karma, right? For slapping Chris.” Carol rolled her eyes. “Karma ain’t real.” We both burst into laughter, walking down the hallway together, our giggles bouncing off the walls. “But seriously, Professor Hartley noticed me today. If he wasn’t our Professor, would have shooted my shot.” “No, you don’t mean it.” “Yes, I do. I’m pretty enough to bag any guy I want, boo.” I knew she meant it. Carol was defiant and courageous enough. The tall-model issh with the vixen face card kind of hot too. Just that she misused her gifts sometimes.

Harry had left earlier so she had the house to her self. “ I spiked his drink, Hazel.” Caryn muttered enthusiastically and Hazel screamed, “ you did what?” “ Calm down. It was worth it though. I had someone take pictures of us like he actually had sex with me.” “ Oh wow, but you didn't have sex with him right?” Hazel blurted and Caryn laughed. “ I didn't..I just had his clothes taken off. You know, to make it look real, I had to be naked too and....”.

I whispered “I know,” Uncle Harrison said, and opened the knot of my bathrobe and removed it from my shoulder. I was standing fully naked in front of Uncle Harrison. I was playing with my fingers, looking at the floor. We have seen each other naked before, but it was never fully naked. There are boxers always on, and I was in my bikini set, but today there was no barrier to hide my most intimate part from his eyes.

He grinned; poor Helena, if only she knew what they called her. Carrie lay on the bed after her shower wondering how on earth she had managed to let herself fall in love with the naked man she could glimpse through the open bathroom door, whistling as he shaved. He had no shame standing like that, no shame at all, but he did look . . . magnificent!

His fingers moved gently over her skin, making her shiver. He unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her nipples hardened from the cold air. He knelt and pulled down her panties slowly, brushing his fingers against her thighs. Now, she was standing there completely naked. Carlo stepped back, letting his eyes travel across her body. Kristen wrapped her arms over her chest, feeling exposed. “No,” Carlo said quickly, stepping forward. He gently pulled her arms down. “Don’t cover up. I want to look at you. Your body is beautiful. You are… so sexy.”

Carol said. She was dressed in a silk V-neck camisole, revealing a hint of her smooth, pale skin. She had her long hair draped to one side, her glamorous makeup enhancing her seductive charm. Scarlett wore a simple outfit—a cardigan paired with denim shorts and flats that gave her a youthful, energetic vibe. Ashton didn't feel like bickering with Carol, opting instead to begin cultivating by circulating the Cosmic Breathing Technique. "What do you do for a living, Ashton? You're already 30 years old, right? Have you actually made a name for yourself yet?" Carol questioned.

Before my rational mind could finish thinking through the absolute insanity of what I was doing, my feet were already moving, and within three seconds, I was standing over the device with the camera clutched tightly in my right hand while I balanced Maya carefully against my left hip. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock when I glanced down at the bright digital viewfinder, because playing on the screen was a live recording of Mr. Harrison himself, and he was naked, sitting on the edge of this very bed while masturbating with a fierce, desperate intensity. He was absolutely huge, far larger than any man I had ever seen in my life, and his muscular c

Her hands behind her head. "Rub that slutty pussy for us," Vicki commanded Carol. "Give us a show. Let us see how much you need to come, and maybe we will let you." Carol immediately dropped her hands from behind her head. Her right hand went straight to her pussy. Her left hand cupped her left breast. Her next sound was a throaty moan. "I didn't tell you to play with your nipples," Vicki barked. "Please, Miss," Carol begged. "That helps me cum." Carol bent forward as a wave of pleasure racked her body.