Carol Harrison Nude Novels & Stories

She sighed; at least she got what she wanted, for him to walk away to change clothes. One of the things Max assureds her once during those long conversations on the bed, was the lack of cameras on that side of the building, functioning as an intimate area where people could be naked if they wanted, people she never saw, but Max only indicated the two of them could undress there if they wanted to; he did it constantly, didn't care because he knew very well that there were no cameras. For that reason, Carla used to always make sure she was not accompanied, to go with her bathing suit on, however, because of the recent circumstances, she went down without anything prepared and had to undress th

I stared at the screen numbly. “She planned this for years…” Carter nodded slowly. “And there’s more.” He opened another folder. Photos of the fake Harrison. Training videos. Voice recordings. Schedules. Even walking practice. I felt physically sick. Natalie had planned to replace Harrison long before now. Madison cursed under her breath. “This woman is insane.” “No,” I whispered shakily. “She’s dangerous.” Carter leaned back. “One more thing.” He clicked another file. A location appeared on the screen.

I didn’t like being the reason for anyone’s bitterness. We didn’t just shop for clothes. Mrs. Harrison insisted on stopping by a cosmetics store too. She seemed lighter there, happier, like a woman reclaiming a piece of herself she’d misplaced for years. As we browsed through rows of lipsticks and powders, she picked up a soft nude shade and turned to me with a smile. “Freya,” she said, holding it up against my face, “I think this color would look beautiful on you.” Scarlett chuckled. “That does look like her shade, Mother.”

She kept her brown hair trimmed in a small patch above her slit, which was visible through the translucent fabric. Before I could get there, Elliott had already found my wife’s pussy. Her fingers rubbed Caroline’s clit over the thin underwear, eliciting a groan from my horny wife. I satisfied myself with Caroline’s boobs, undoing the front clasp and pulling the bra away to reveal her small breasts. Caroline’s nipples were always sensitive and stood out proudly from her small areolas. My thumb brushed back and forth over her nipple as I groped Caroline’s left breast. She was the total center of attention, and she was absolutely loving it.

He never had a problem with being a bad guy but this was Eleanor Carol, the only reason he was still sane. Serena caressed his arms, running her hands on his confident muscles. To Serena, she was caressing, to Harrison, she was simply disturbing him. "Serena, can you do something worth your sweat? Perhaps squat with some dumbbells or something, I like to do my gyming alone."

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

There was just something about the way she said it that hinted heavily of naughtiness, and the type of fun that didn’t involve sitting around reading comics or playing video games. So, it probably wasn’t entirely a surprise to Carla when she hesitantly moved back the curtain and saw the two of them stark naked together on the examination table, but she still gave a little gasp and just sort of stood there gawping for a moment. El didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. She was obviously used to this type of reaction.

She hadn't dressed up. She wasn't even in shoes. No jewelry. No make-up. Just a beautiful satin nightgown that clung too stubbornly against her shame. --- Harrison again appeared, reeking of booze and fury. He touched her—rough, not kind—but to tear the pretence he had seen in his home. His hand caught in the hem of her nightgown and ripped. The thin fabric ripped with a spark of chill. The neckline drooped low, baring her breast and half of her shoulder before she could yank it up again.

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.

“I swear, you won’t get away with what you did.” Carlos tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Ohh… really? I won’t?” He slid his phone from his pocket with slow, deliberate movements. The glowing screen lit up. Then, with a simple tap, he played a video. A moaning sound filled the silence, echoing in the small room. Arden froze, his body numb, his face draining of color as the realization hit him. “Just one click,” Carlos said, his smirk cruel and satisfied, “and your nude will be all over the Internet.”