Cass Holland Sexy Novels & Stories

Feeling her big, bare tits moulding to his face as she rode him. Falling back, letting his hands dig into the succulent flesh of her massive tits, he smiled hungrily at her. Cassy was built for this. Just, her body alone. Cassy knew she wasn't just built for sex, but that she was built for nasty, brutal, hardcore fucking. And he needed to understand that.

”I asked this time my voice vibrating with authority. Cassie twirled her hair, which she wore in long, black micro braids. She made my cock so fucking hard with the little devilish smile she wore. It had the innocence of a young girl, but her eyes told me that she wanted me to fuck her until it hurt. She looked up at the ceiling, as if she was in trouble, but was loving every second of it. “Well…” she said, taking a breath and a long pause as she approached me like a cat.

Her knees are uncomfortable with the irritating fabric of the backseat, but she doesn't care. "Fuck, yes." Mathias licks his lips and his fingers dig onto her hips. "Show me your tits." Feeling seductive, Cassie pushes the collar of her lovely dress down. She exposes her bare shoulders and ivory lace covered breasts. Mathias curses under his breath and immediately buries his face between them, and begins to suck on her mounds. “Ah…” Cassie moans with pleasure. Her head falls back as she smiles, eyes are closed. Wishing this moment would not turn into another dream, she lets herself get lost in pleasure.

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

A very delicate operation. The door to from the bathroom opened, and Cassie walked in. She moved like smoke, smooth and easy, her red fringe curly hair bouncing with each step. Her body was something else, an hourglass shape that made men stare and women seethe with envy. She was wearing a silk robe that clung to her, hinting at what lay beneath, a promise of forbidden pleasure. There was a knowing look in her eyes, a sharp glint that said she saw right through him, and he found he quite enjoyed that. It was a thrill, a challenge.

Slim, with short, sleek hair and a dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. The way she carries herself, the way everyone in the room is watching her... there’s something magnetic about her. Something almost familiar. I squint, trying to figure out who she is, and then Lisa jabs me in the ribs, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Holy shit,” she whispers. “That’s Cass.” I freeze, staring harder. It is Cass. What the hell is she doing? She’s practically glowing, her usual dark, baggy clothes replaced with this slinky silver number that shows off every inch of her body. A body that every male and half the females in the room wish they were escorting.

Cassian didn’t give me enough time to catch my breath. The bulge in his slacks looked painful now—thick, straining, obscene. “Turn over,” he rasped. “Ass up, face down. I want to see that pretty cunt while I wreck it.” I scrambled to obey, knees sinking into the mattress, chest pressed to the sheets, and back arched high. My pussy was still pulsing, slick and swollen, dripping down my inner thighs. I felt exposed, filthy, perfect.

Lennon pushed the shooting carriage, Cassie picked up many goods, whatever she wanted, she could take. Other than buying anything else, Cassie also took quite a bit of snacks, as she was definitely a glutton. Suddenly, Cassie walked to the front of a container, she stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Lennon suggestively. Lennon received her hint and looked at the goods on the shelf. Just then, Cassie reached out her hands, picked up a box of condom and placed it in the cart. He squinted his eyes and asked, "Don't you want to see the size ?"

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

Cassie gasped, hips jerking. “First one, elf,” he growled, pumping slow and deep. “Tell me.” “I… I stole three lip glosses from Sephora last month,” she whimpered, rocking into his hand. “Bad girl.” He curled his fingers, stroked her G-spot once. “Next.” “I sent nudes in the break room mirror… showed my tits to half the staff group chat.” He added a third finger, stretching her wide, thumb circling her clit. “Dirty little slut,” he praised darkly. “More.”