Cassie Robinson Nude Novels & Stories

At least her yoga sessions served two goals, she took her eye-candy every day and had an elastic body with womanish curves. Cassie's favorite activity was watching him shoveling the snow in front of his house. She could imagine how to contract the muscles on his forearms, even the thick clothing. She was fantasizing about going to his side, throwing that shovel to the side and letting him take her from behind on the snow-covered ground. Or him coming into her room to slam her to the wall and fuck her against it, or her riding him like a fierce woman in his wife's bed.

Then, just as my amazing, flaming cannonball of chaos had described, in extreme detail on the floor of my underground cathedral, Cass appeared on the far, sea-facing side of the cliff top, alongside a deafening rumble and flash of lightning across the sky. I’d warned her that what she had planned wouldn’t work on her own. I fought back a reach of fear, nothing to do with rancid clowns around me. So when Cass sprinted across the cliff top I was relieved to see the beaming smile of Robyn. My soulmate sprinted across the cliff in a stunning pale grey gown, just visible enough for some of the other Alpha’s to recognise her but out of reach for anyone to tackle her. Cass and Robyn’s broad smiles

The last thing I wanted was for her to get a panic attack thinking that maybe she was kidnapped. When we arrived at my condo, I put her straight onto the bed. She looked uncomfortable with the mini tube dress she wore as if that dress suffocated her. So, I took it off for her and she was left naked. Cassie was really daring. I couldn't believe that she had only worn that single piece of dress to the nightclub before. No bra, no panties. This woman was unbelievable. I turned off all the lights but left one on, the lamp on the bedside table. I just lay beside Cassie and stared at her face, a true beauty. My eyes slowly rolled down to see her neck, her collarbone and her ample bosom covered und

She was carrying what looked like a large bucket. She came to the center of the room. “Undress,” was all she said. The women around me began taking off their gowns. “Um...what’s going on?” I whispered to Cassie. “It’s another tradition,” Cassie explained. “This one is sacred.” Right—another tradition. I was a little shocked to see the women get naked without any hesitation. I’d never really seen a lot of naked women before, and I was suddenly feeling a little modest. But when Cassie let her silk robe fall and faced me, totally nude, as though it was the most normal thing in the world, I threw caution to the wind and let my red dress fall as well.

Cassie reached over for her phone, thinking it was one of the site engineers calling her to report an incident or something on site. Cassie readjusted herself in the tub. She needed to give herself at least one orgasm before Blake came. Cassie arched her back and slowly ran her hands down her body, stirring up the erotic sensation again. She parted her legs, her fingers slid over her bare crotch. She stroked her sensitive skin before she parted her soft, tingling pussy lips with her hands. “So warm,” she moaned. That Blake was coming added to her horniness. “Blake will soon be here. He's going to put his thick cock in here.” She purred.

I replied lifting her foot up and slowly rubbing it with both hands. "Oh really?" she chuckled, running the arch of her other foot up the length of my shaft. "You want a foot rub or not?" I snapped. Cassie pouted sullenly then scooted down further on the couch until her neck was resting on the arm of it. When she bent her knee to place her foot on the seat I couldn't help but notice I could see up her skirt. She had on a pair of silky pink panties that barely covered her crotch. My cock stopped deflating and began to grow again.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he saw Emeraude completely naked. Cassian knelt down again, placing one of Emeraude's legs on his shoulder without unbalancing her. Emeraude leaned her back against the wall, intensifying the sensation, and felt Cassian's tongue penetrate her. She let out a loud moan as he sucked and licked her clit. Her hands nearly crushed her thighs due to the pressure he applied. Emeraude could only moan, surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. She felt she was about to reach climax when Cassian increased the speed of his caresses, making her moan loudly as she finally reached orgasm.

The air smelled like darkroom chemicals and cedar and him. Cassian stood behind the tripod, camera aimed at me, black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled, hair falling into his eyes. He looked at me the way he always did—like I was the only thing worth capturing, like every inch of my skin was art he needed to immortalize. I was naked. Completely. No robe. No props. No pretense. Just me. Skin prickling under the cool air, nipples tight, thighs already slick because he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Leo was about to press me on some more questions when Cassie showed up wearing her red bikini, only wrapped with a see-through robe. “Hey there, guys,” Cassie greeted them and gave them each their secret handshake. Leo bit his lip as he looked at the body of our friend, with lust written all over his face. “Look at you, being hotter than most of my bitches from downtown. I mean, you’re my friend, but I would hit that.” “Hey, watch it,” Cassie slapped his wrist and showed her left hand with a ring on it. “I am committed.” The three of us watched as Cassie made every head turn in her direction and she led every talk there was. I could feel Leo slowly looked in my direction and patted me on the

"Not in class, but I mean, sex performance. Like the way you can rate a video how many stars for how hot you thought it was?" "She requested feedback, so I figured since we already have the teacher/student aspect of our relationship, it was a simple method of providing it to her." I was quietly pleased that, as the two removed the black garb they'd worn over, there were clothes beneath them. Their nudity was certainly a sight, but there was something to be said for the intermediate stages, too. Tabitha wore a sleeveless cream colored blouse, the outline of her bra easily discernible beneath it. As she shed her hoodie, I was surprised to see a navy blue skirt flop down from beneath it, handil