Carol Lang Nude Novels & Stories

That agony that once tore me apart was stripped away and reshaped, stroke by stroke, until it became the silent works hanging on the walls. Renee sent me a text. "Congratulations to our great artist! Have a few extra glasses for me!" Just after I replied to her, a familiar figure that appeared at the entrance instantly drew everyone's gaze. It was Landon. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dray grey trench coat, he moved through the crowd straight toward me, carrying a bouquet of irises. "I hope you don't mind me showing up uninvited, Ms. Holden," he said, handing me the flowers. Mom and Dad were visibly curious.

Rising from their sitting positions, their complaints of stiff joints infused with their hunger. “Wow, I’m stiff. I never sat for this long period before.” Carol said, sitting with her legs stretched out. “I’ll start breakfast before the little ones wake up,” Tabby said, rising with little effort. “Yes, you two should be starving by now,” Claire said, rising and stretching herself, giving everyone a good view of her nude body and making her breasts jiggle seductively. “Must you?” Betty asked, looking away. She felt bashful being nude all night with Claire and Tabby.

Cassandra Lying is a second language. An alternative breath. A skill I learned very early, just as others learn to walk. As a child, I was that docile girl, hair neatly pulled back, knees pressed together, voice always too low. I was praised for my calmness, my impeccable demeanor. But no one loved me. Not really. I was dressed like a porcelain doll, fragile and silent, placed on a shelf without ever being spoken to. No one asked me how I felt. They demanded that I be silent, that I please, that I smile. Always.

Me: Leila is a better cook. Carol: Does she suck cock better too? Me: Give me a minute, and I'll find out. I would never go there with my Nana, but an irrational buzz played beneath my skin and spread further each second. Carol: What about your American? Does she know how to get you off as well as I do? My teeth clenched. I didn't like Carol even mentioning Emily. Carol: I bet she doesn't. Glancing up, I saw Kurt blush. The kid with a beretta silver pigeon slung to his chest.

I growled. I stepped back, adjusting my painfully hard cock. The bulge was impossible to hide. Nadia’s eyes locked onto it with pure hunger. “Show me,” she whispered. “Please. I want to see it.” I hesitated for only a second before unzipping and pulling out my thick, veiny cock. It stood rock hard, the head swollen and leaking. Her eyes widened with lust. “It’s so big…” she breathed. I stroked myself slowly while she watched, her robe hanging completely open, breasts exposed, pussy glistening. The sight of her young, naked body while I jerked my married cock was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

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 gasped at her incredibly slender figure. She was breathtaking.

Cheerleading Slut (2) When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting. There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin.

I said, finding my voice. "I'm sure you can use your imagination." "Women come in different figures, Ella. You should allow me the pleasure of familiarizing myself with yours." I couldn't bring myself to resist as his hands moved from their place above my head to where the t-shirt skimmed against my thigh. The pad of this thumbs slid up under the hem of the shirt and found the rolled waistband of the boxer briefs. I fought the urge to gasp as his fingers hooked themselves around the elastic and pulled the underwear down to fall at my ankles.

Carla's place is dark but a small ray of light coming from her room is evident. He continued walking and immediately opened the door. That's how surprised he was at what he saw. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard. He even felt his manhood hardened from the sight in front of him. Carla is totally naked. The woman is pleasuring herself using her own fingers. She thrust it in and out while her hand was holding and massaging her tits. “Ohhh!” Carla growled in front of him. Her eyes closed as she quickly put her finger in and out of herself.

~ RIG ~ I shook with need, my hands trembling worse than a middle-schooler getting his first kiss. Cara, so fucking stunning in that dress, was even more incredible to look at naked in the water, her skin glowing under lights in the blue water, her nipples high and hard, darker that the rest of her. I’d rested her neck back on the padded edge of the pool, and it arched her back, her throat bare, her lower back hollowed, knees wide because I was pressed between her thighs.