Novel & Cerita Cassie Robinson Nude

“Naked.” Cassie was boneless, her mind mush. She floated on a cushion of pleasure, half delirious and sated. His rough whisper in her ear sparked another round of throbbing between her thighs and she felt a rush of wetness. Helpless to disobey, she unhooked her bra, her numb fingers fumbling with the clasp, as he dragged her thoroughly wet panties off her legs.

I just sat down staring at her wondering what was so special that had her screaming longer than the normal 20 seconds. "Ruby, he's totally got the hots for you", she screamed gleefully. "What do you mean? I don't think I have to point it out", I said, trying to dampen her mood. " Point what out?", she asked, trying to carry me along. "The fact that he looks and acts like a player, Casanova if you must call it that. I don't want to get in on that" "Don't judge a book by its cover" "I know but you know him more than I do. I mean I might just be guessing but he gives off the vibe"

You give me one more reason to enjoy the spectacle. I feel a sharp nausea. My fingers instinctively seek the rope around my wrists, the texture binding me to the ground, to the world. I want to scream in outrage, threaten, promise retribution. But the sound that comes out is hoarse, weak. Cassandre is amused. She pulls out a small bottle of water, the same one they waved earlier, and holds it like a trophy. Her hand doesn’t tremble. She tilts the bottle over her other hand and lets a drop fall, just one, which she delicately catches between her thumb and index finger. She raises the drop to her face and looks at it as if she is already tasting my supplication through it.

Cassie pressed against my side, hand slipping under my hoodie again. “Shocked, baby? It’s okay. Watch how good it feels to be used.” Her fingers pinched my nipple hard, making me yelp. “Your little crush on me? This is what I crave. Getting fucked senseless, sharing sluts like you.” She nodded to Taylor, who crawled over with a grin. “Help me strip the nerd.” Taylor’s hands were everywhere, yanking my hoodie off, leggings down, exposing my dripping panties. “Fuck, look at this innocent pussy,” Taylor cooed, ripping my undies aside. “Cassie, taste her.”

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.

I give him a satisfied nod. I stand and let the robe fall cascadingdown my body andpooling around my feet. I walk to the wadrope and throw it open. I pull the underwear cabinet I saw last night open. I select a white undergarment set with structured lines complete with matching body socks. Cassian assists me donning my undergarments with quiet efficiency. They are a perfect fit and feel.

While she was admiring his handsome face, suddenly, the two rows of thick, long eyelashes that covered his lower eyelids lifted, and two pairs of eyes looked directly at each other. Cassie couldn't help but bury herself in his embrace, a smile flashing past her eyes." Have you been looking at me for a long time?" "Not long!" Cassie was embarrassed to admit it! In today's shoot, Cassie's ancient style was extremely beautiful. She wore an exquisite white robe with a white fur, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and a golden hairpin flashing. Even the other men on the set stared at her.

It bumped against his belly when he stood back up. “Your turn, honey. I can’t wait to see that sexy body.” Cassian grinned and watched as she slowly lifted her hands to the hem of her T-shirt. Looking away from him, she caught sight of Richard standing just behind him, nude except for the black boxers he wore. He was watching he as if he couldn’t wait to see her naked as well. His hazel eyes seemed darker somehow. Neither man moved a muscle as she lifted the shirt and drew it over her head. She skipped her bra and unfastened her jeans before slowly shoving them over her hips. When she started to bend over to remove them, Cassian stopped her.

She didn’t dare look down, as he slipped his legs out of the pants. “You have to take off your robe.” Caleb said to her, a quirky smile dancing upon his lips. Cassandra moved almost as though she were entranced. Her hands rose to the ribbon holding her robe together, and let it loose. She parted the robe, and felt it drop off her body. Unlike her, Caleb wasn’t hesitant in looking over her naked form. She watched him suck in a breath, at the sight of her body. She had no idea if it was natural, or this was an effect of one of the mixtures Magnolia had served her, but she felt rather hot, and aroused just by his reaction.

“So tonight, you’re here for two reasons. One— to finish your first lesson. And two— to undergo a full-body exam.” Her brows lifted. “A physical?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Not the kind you’re used to.” She swallowed. “Strip.” She hesitated. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Cassia’s fingers moved instantly. She peeled her scrub top off, revealing the thin black bra beneath. Then her pants. Her shoes. Her underwear. She folded everything neatly on the gurney beside her. She stood completely nude under the bright clinical lights. He walked around her slowly, like a wolf circling prey. No lust on his face. Just focus.