Carol Harrison Nude Novels & Stories

Apple took the box and walked away and I bent down and picked up the pictures. ‘Holy Hera!’ Zinnia exclaimed, almost shoving me into the back of our minds. Her excitement mixed up with mine so while I wanted to turn red with steam coming out of my ears and head, it made me blush with excitement and my mouth water with desire. The first picture was Hendrix at a gym, shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. He was lifting a barbell with one hand. My goodness. This man is ripped.

She stepped closer and held it out. “You’re taking it.” Harrison didn’t move,didn’t reach for it ,didn't respond. He just watched her. Jasmine didn’t lower her hand nor repeated herself. After some seconds, he took it and swallowed it without a comment. Jasmine stepped back immediately, noted the time and recorded it. Harrison leaned back slightly and a sharp pain followed. His jaw tightened but he didn’t make a sound. Jasmine saw it. “Don’t strain.” she said flatly.

A thick strand of her wetness stretched between her thighs as the fabric came away. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaked,” I muttered, voice thick with hunger. Sophia stepped out of her clothes, now completely naked in front of me. Athletic, strong, and so fucking feminine. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, lips puffy and flushed dark pink. I shoved my own shorts and boxers down. My thick, veiny cock sprang free, heavy and rock-hard. It bobbed in the air, the fat head glistening with pre-cum. Sophia’s eyes locked onto it, her lips parting in clear hunger.

After stripping her clothes she washed her body thoroughly. More than twenty minutes later Celestine left bathroom and looked around the room with awe. Red roses were spread in whole room and candles were lit and arranged beautifully. Celestine wore a blue silk night gown and left her hair open. Her face was red due to shower and there was not a single touch of make up on her angelic face. A sudden gust of wind hit her making her shiver. Celestine turned left and saw Damien walking in from balcony. He wore a casual white shirt with black pants and his hair were messy. In this casual dress his body was executing an aura of bad boy.

And I knew other people looked at her when we walked into a store or restaurant because she was so hot and carried herself in a very sensual manner. Even though we had been together for 5 months, and had been naked together countless times, I never tired of looking at her and looking at other looking at her, and trying to catch a glimpse up her dress or look at her bust through the sides and arm holes of her dresses. She was as much of an exhibitionist as I was a voyeur…that’s probably why we got along so well and had such wild sex together. Even when we were alone together, Carol would walk around naked, or just with a tee shirt on, not really caring who was watching. Or perhaps it was that

Absolutely not. “It's fine, I can walk,” I protested—which fell on deaf ears of course. Carlo led me to the bathroom and I shimmied out of the remaining material of my torn sundress. My nudity should have embarrassed me, but let’s face it, this man has been in and out of my vagina, I don’t think I had anything to be ashamed of anymore. Gently, he tied my hair up and rolled up his left sleeve. “You know, you don’t have to do all this, right?”

It was so hot in here. “Now can you believe that I’m not going to take advantage of you?” His scoff turned into a breathy pant. “There’s nothing on your body, nothing covering your perfect skin…” His eyes dropped to my boobs. I covered them. He cleared his throat and said, “Carl is a lucky guy.” “Hunter, close your eyes! Anyway, why are you naked? I swear, every time we meet you get naked! It’s almost like you want me to see you undressed.”

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.