Novel & Cerita Cassy Jones Nude

No sense in arguing with him. Cassandra waited for us on the porch, dressed in casual shorts and a mini top drawing attention to her cleavage, and left her belly bare. Unacceptable. I didn’t want other males to salivate looking at her like that. “Hey,” she greeted me with a little wave. “Did you lose the other half of your shirt?” I asked, schooling my face to a stern expression. If we were alone in my quarters, she could go bare for all I care. I would actually prefer it.

“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.

I groaned my reply while I yanked open my jeans to expose my fat rigid dick. I mounted Cassy in one brutal thrust forward once she was naked on the bed with her legs spread wide open. “Oh, gawd I missed your dick,” Cassy cried out as I pulled back and shoved back in. “You have no idea how much I needed this,” I grunted as my mind envisioned Alex in the next room with HER legs spread wide apart.

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

De simples mortelles. Un vertige me saisit. Moi, Cassandre, derrière des murs gris, privée de miroir, de parfum, de soie. Moi, réduite à un numéro d’écrou. Alors je change de registre. Je joue ma dernière carte : la victime. Je baisse la tête. Je fais trembler mes épaules. Cette fois, de vraies larmes coulent, brûlantes.

"Show them you submit to me only. Moan loud like we talked." I nodded and turned to face him. My back pressed against the tree. The pack circled closer, watching silently now. Cassian pulled his shirt off fast. He showed his chest strong and scarred. He pushed his pants down. His cock stood hard thick and ready. The watchers gasped softly, seeing how big he was. He grabbed my dress bottom and pulled it up, bunching it at my waist. My pussy showed bare, wet, already shining in the firelight.

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 Dren 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.

Cassidy said excitedly. Cassidy ended up dressing her in black sweat pants, a white tank top, black, white and silver Jordans, and a black crop leather jacket. She curled her hair and did her make-up. She then added a cap on her head, together with some chunky jewellery. By the time she was done, the girls were impressed. “You look hot enough to turn me,” Ivy winked. “You just connected with Cain,” Calypso reminded with a laugh. Isla wiggled her eyebrows. “Doesn’t mean you look any less hot.”