Carol Lang Nude Novels & Stories

Lana introduced us and Carol immediately gave me a hug. "Sorry, it's a habit of mine." She said as she pulled back. "It's okay." I smiled. "You're really pretty, do you want to be my model?" She asked and I was caught out of guard. "You should be her model." Lana said. "I think I will pass.." I said and Carol pouted. "You're too beautiful." She said as she leaned back to her seat. "Excuse me." I turned to see a man approaching me. "Can I get your number?" He asked.

Michael thought it was a little weird to see two grown men sitting on the ground sucking on a girl’s tits in tandem. Still, he found himself getting hard. Carol suddenly looked at him and for moment he thought he saw her smile around his boss’s dick. This was encouragement enough and he began removing his clothes. For a split second he panicked at the thought of sporting an erection around other men. Hell, it had taken him years just to get changed at the public pool. But the scene was just too hot for inhibitions. “Go lie down on the desk, sweetheart.” The CEO helped her up and as soon as she was on her feet four hands got busy disrobing her. Before long she was completely naked. Michael ga

She proceeded to unbutton Joseph’s garish Hawaiian shirt, all the way to his navel. We all watched our Compact Couple continue to get naked as we sipped our drinks. Jack, Yvonne, and I had been splashing around in the shallow end of the pool. Now we waded over to the edge and watched Joe and Karla put on a show. “All right, people!” Karla yelled. “The fucking ice is broken, so take your damn clothes off and follow me!” Soon we were all fully nude, standing beside our respective partners on the lawn, chatting and getting playful. Joseph was immediately on his knees, munching on Karla’s cute little snatch. Layla had her hand on my erection, teasing my come-hole. Jack stood behind voluptuous

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.

How could she get over the fact that Damina had spent the night with this horrible man? Carol took off her shoe from one leg and chucked it at the man, yelling, “Get out! If not, you'll be forced to break rocks in prison. “Cunt! Don't threaten me! I have nothing to lose while you have much more to offer than your beautiful face. Or, you're jealous because you gave up on the sensual love I granted to that chick. However, I can be easily hardened. You need to get naked in front of me," the man said as he reached out to grab Carol, and this time, she felt the urge to puke. Thus, she ran out of the room, holding her mouth with one hand.

Lucian is determined to keep me safe, but I want to find out who was blackmailing my sister and who killed her. "You're not one of them, are you?" Carol inquired once again, her face eager. "Of course not." I'm not from around here, and—" "I've witnessed things that no one should ever see. Things that are out of the ordinary." Oh, Carol, please don't say it. Carol returned her gaze to the door before turning to face Ravena. "They're members of some cult." When the moon emerges, they strip naked, wrap themselves in animal skins, and go through the woods wailing."

I stop trying to rack my brain with those thoughts, knowing I can easily just ask her. ​Once naked, I decide to enter, but then Carol appears nude in the doorway, knocking the air from my lungs as if I’d been punched. The softness of her creamy, cinnamon skin under the dim light of the room awakens the wild, hungry man that only she manages to bring out. Her perfect, round, medium-sized breasts, topped by cute little brown nipples, invite me to touch them; her slightly parted mouth makes me swallow hard. ​Stay calm, remember you two need to talk, my insidious subconscious reminds me. I ignore it. I want to grab Carol, throw her onto the bed, and devour her as I please.

He felt a smile tug on his mouth after tasting her raw flesh. "Of course, and I'm proud that you are the first to f*ck me," Tricia responded, her fake smile and poker face masking her nervousness. Carlo stood up and took off his sweat-soaked corporate attire until he was topless. Tricia was attracted to his big body, even though he didn't have abs. Carlo removed his belt, shoes, and pants, except for his black boxer shorts. He laid down next to Tricia and put her hand in his boxer shorts.

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?”

he said. She wanted to scream, instead, she paced anxiously, fingers clutching at her gown. Suddenly, Luca froze and his eyes widened. “There” He pointed. Carol turned immediately to the direction of his finger, her soaked panties hung halfway out from under the armchair across the room, the delicate lace glinting faintly in the lamplight. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed quietly. “I’ll get them,” Luca offered. “No, you won’t!” Carol frowned “Carol…” “No! You’re naked!” She cut in. “Tell me where they are!” She demanded.