Cat Dennings Nude Novels & Stories

Cindy was incredibly hot for a thirty five year old, and she also seemed willing to let them have a little fun. "And the panties," said Stuart, clicking off a few shots as he saw Cindy pause. "I've never been naked in front of anyone other than my husband before," said Cindy, standing there in her panties, looking unbelievably sexy. "Just remember what you're here for," said Mike, reminding Cindy that it was a pornographic film she was auditioning for after all. "You're right," decided Cindy with a nod, steeling herself. She took a deep breath, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and tugged them down.

An intense sex for sure. Cullen Lee raised my scrubs over my head as I shimmied out of my scrub bottoms and panties. Yeah, I still put my clothes on earlier even though I stripped in front of many people. I looked over and his shirt was off and he was unbuttoning his pants. I turned around, he instinctively unclasped my sexy lacey bra. I turned back around and let it fall to the floor. I sat on the corner of the bed and Cullen Lee, he is now totally naked, pulled my net stockings off. Cullen Lee smiled at me and joined me on the bed.

*** Catalina was kneeling over him, naked and smiling as she licked his cum from her large lips, “Missed me, darling?’ she purred as she reared up on her knees, her body on display.

Demien stepped in, zipped the tent closed, and started undressing without a word. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest, defined abs, and that perfect V-line disappearing into his shorts. Then the shorts came off. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, already half-hard. I couldn’t stop staring. The memory of him eating Lena’s pussy and then fucking her senseless kept flashing in my mind, making my own cock twitch desperately. Demien noticed. Of course he did. He walked over to me, completely naked, and stopped right in front of my face. His cock was now fully hard, thick and beautiful, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

Denu Candice looks terrified; good, she should be. Clearly she never took my warning seriously. She holds her hands up in surrender, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Denu, it was Catalina. She was the one who came to us all, her and that crazy Fae woman” I just tilt my head listening to her pathetic excuses. I flick my wrist and she lifts into the air. Her screams make my magic hiss in delight, my shadows suspend her in midair as if being crucified. The more she thrashed attempting to free herself, the tighter my magic clung to her naked body.

She stammered, averting her eyes, clenching her canvas and hiding behind it, “They’re going to be…na—naked?” Cattleya smirked, seeing her getting so flustered. She looked so adorable. “Haven’t you painted nude models before?” She baffled, “It wasn’t like… like that!” She seductively asked, “Mmh… Like what?” She let out a frustrated cry, “It wasn’t so damn erotic!”

I made my way to the centre of the courtyard where I wouldn’t be seen by anyone due to the tall wall of maze-like plants and beautiful flowers that surrounded the only bench that resided at the centre of the courtyard. My heart caught in my throat as surprise engulfed me. On the bench sat Vincent Dennison, wearing nothing but a pair of night slacks, with his tousled hair covering part of his face. He lifted a well sculpted arm to push some hair away in one lazy godlike motion. I swallowed as I watched the motion of his tightly corded muscles move in unison to create the perfection that was his body. What was I doing thinking about him like this. I turned to leave but he spoke to me.

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

Instead, I opened it. The first page was already too much—bare skin, silk ropes, commands written in clean, dangerous fonts. It was like falling down a rabbit hole I wasn’t supposed to touch. I turned to the next page and it was a gorgeous shirtless man in just a boxer brief, his partner was wearing just panties and a bra that barely covered her nipples let alone the flesh of her br**st. Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed.