Cassie Ainsworth Skins Novels & Stories

The antique objects on the shelves had been replaced by more glowing, moon-shaped balls. "Cassie really went all out, didn't she?" Ayesha whispered, the golden glow reflecting in her eyes. As if conjured by Ayesha, Cassie appeared at the end of the hallway. She was decked in a silvery ankle-length dress with thin straps. She'd gotten rid of her signature pigtails and her hair was done up in a fancy chignon held by a matching silver clip. Her makeup was, of course more eyeliner. She reminded Maddie of Elsa the snow queen.

Asher asked sniffing the air but couldn't sense any smell from him. Cassie walked out from behind Asher wearing black leather pants with some knives strapped on her thighs, looking all badass like always. She hadn't changed much even after these years, rather she looked even more youthful and beautiful. “Well, hate to break this little reunion, but we have an army of undying rogues at our backs. And if we don't run, even your badass powers won't be able to save us. And hey, what's up with your new looks? Is it me or have Knox really turned to a grandpa?” she asked gazing at the three.

maybe even more so, with his lean frame and that dangerous curve of his lips that promised things no one dared speak aloud. Cassie’s body was a weapon too, tall, lithe, with curves that whispered promises beneath her midnight-black silk dress. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining the swell of her breasts, the slender arch of her back, the sharp curve of her hips. Her skin was smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the dark silk that traced her every move. Tonight, she was the hunter, and the prey was about to fall.

“All of them.” Without hesitation, Cassie reached for the hem of her silky top and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect, high and round with pale pink nipples that were already pebbled tight, either from the cool air or from the thrill of the danger. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and let it pool at her feet, then stepped out of it. She was left in only a pair of sheer, black lace panties. “Those too,” Hugo breathed.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

“I’m not exactly a catch. I’m messy. I curse like a sailor. I don’t give a s—t about designer clothes or makeup. I excelled at science in high school and I just graduated from college with a degree in psychology.” “I’m sorry –which of those things are supposed to make you a bad catch? I suppose not everyone is into girls who curse like a sailor, but everything else you said… You are beautiful, smart, and easy to talk to. I can’t imagine ----” Suddenly, Cassie started screaming in pain. She slid to the floor, holding her heart with tears running down her eyes. “Oh, Goddess! Make it stop! Make it stop!!!!”

Her pussy throbs so hard she has to squeeze her thighs together. They’ve known each other six months, two broke delinquents who steal makeup, sell nudes, and fuck whoever pays best. Jake looks sweet in the suit, but he’s just as dirty as she is. They’re perfect for each other. Fifteen minutes until first break, Cassie can’t take it anymore. She slips into the little gingerbread photo booth, dark and private, just a sleigh prop and red curtains. She leans against the fake wood, breathing hard.

She yelled slapping me. Seriously these girls have a thing for slaps,they really enjoy it only because i let them. "I'm pretty sure that's you,i never said i loved you"I said and she pounced on me screaming on top of her damn lungs. "Hey what's going on here, who's this mad ass Alex?"Cassie asked as she was now putting on her lacey pink pink bra and panties. Pink was actually a good colour on hee skin tone, though she's crazy as hell.

“I had her changed because she put on a suit-type outfit for tonight. I told her to put on a dress for a change.” “I’m here.” The three looked towards the direction of the voice and Ashley let out a groan. “You’re really hopeless, Alex,” she complained lightly. Alex stood tall and undeniably striking in a sleeveless black, lace jumpsuit with a deep V-neckline and bow detail. The solid color behind the lace matches the color of her skin tone that looks like she is wearing nothing underneath the lace. There’s no need for her to wear heels as her height already gave the effect of the jumpsuit. She paired it with a glittery pointed pump.

They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them. "Thank you so much," the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, "My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany." I reached over and shook Brittany's hand as well. Cassie was around 5'6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (