Carrie Royale Nude Novels & Stories

She let the sentence hang, biting her lower lip. Ryder paused the game. His cock was already twitching in his sweatpants. "Uh, sure. Where do you want to do it?" "Right here is fine," she said, smiling as she untied the robe and let it slip down her arms, pooling at her feet. She stood completely naked in front of him. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a smooth shaved pussy, thick thighs, and that perfect juicy ass. She turned around slowly, giving him the full view, then lay face down on the wide couch.

Clay cleared his throat, “We’re going to undress now so we can shift. Not that we mind if you watch, but if you don’t want to see more than your ready for-” “And by that, he means a lot more.” Cary butted in. “Pfft!” I scoffed, trying to cover the nervous energy flowing through me. “I doubt there’s anything all that impressive to see but I’ll turn around to preserve your modesty.” “No need to be embarrassed, love.” Cary called me out, not buying my charade. “It’s all yours to look at, touch, or whatever else pleases you,”

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.

“Well, you got my attention. Now show me what you’re hiding underneath those tight clothes.” Carrie spur into action. Positioning her phone against the foot of her dresser, she set the timer before posing with her legs open. She leaned on one arm so that her whole body was in view. The heavy breathing made her breasts look even perkier. The sight of her own sex drove her crazy. Her slit was glistening with slick, her pussy lips were plump and almost swollen, her clit was peeking from in between the lips. She had to pull her fingers out, making her body and her spirit omega protest. But it was all worth it.

I'd pulled them down far enough to let his cock spring free and his ass-cheeks shine. But seeing him naked, then, to see all of his body, threatened to cap the whole affair. Uncle Roy was, quite simply, all man. He was broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and there wasn't an iota of wastage or flab on him. Anywhere. Least of all in the big cock that rose stiff and fierce as a red dragon from its curly mat of crotch hair. I saw him take that cock in his hand and I sucked in my breath, tasting its cummy hardness once again in my mouth. "Are you going to fuck me now, Roy?" I asked, my voice strangely distant.

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!

“Please, try it on.” Sabrina nodded and then grabbed a pair of panties and a bra from her suitcase. Then she pulled off the towel that was wrapped around her, letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked in front of the Prince, and watched as his eyes dilated. “If only we had more than a few minutes,” he said, his eyes moving up and down her nude body. “You be good, Prince Marco,” she said, flirtatiously. “We have a ball to attend.”

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

After Carlo removed his shirt, there were no further strange actions—he simply took a few steps forward and sat down beside Lyla on the sofa. This was the first time Lyla had seen his bare upper body. His physique was powerful and well-defined, his bronze skin glowing healthily under the soft light, and his six-pack abs looked chiseled, every inch seemingly brimming with raw strength.

I say and Harlow shakes her head as she creates a login and subscribes to Dollycar. “No…” Harlow says as she sinks onto the couch next to me and shows me the pictures. I can see pictures in black and white of Carly naked. You can’t really see anything, oh. Except on these. There are some you can see everything and they are very explicit. In some photos, you can only see half of her face, her lips, or just the side of her face. You can never see her face clearly, but we know it’s here. Why has she been hiding this from us?