Catarina Secret Nude Novels & Stories

I said curtly, turning my attention to her, “what do you really want from me?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze flickering to Alex for a moment before locking onto mine. “I want both of you, Liam. I want to be part of your world and every part of it.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper, dripping with intent. “He can be your hidden secret. On top of the secret you’re already hiding.” The words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest, but it was the photograph she slid across the table that made my blood run cold. My breath hitched when I stared down at the image. A picture of me mid-shift, caught in a blur of fur and claws.

She was wrapped in nude satin, her full breasts were covered, and her slim waist was exposed, as was her navel. Her hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she wore a strip of the satin as a mask. The material on her body had been draped expertly and exposed a lot of skin, but it hid from the viewers eyes the most intimate parts. I could see her there on the stage, her lips a shiny red that needed to be kissed, and firm thighs that needed to wrap around my waist. Oh yes, she would do.

"Ethan, darling. You’re late." The voice was like honey poured over glass. Cassandra Reed stepped through the crowd. She was blonde, ethereal, and wore a dress that cost more than my college tuition. She looked at Ethan with a hunger she didn't bother to hide, and then her eyes drifted to me. They weren't green; they were the color of stagnant seawater. "And this must be the little secret you’ve been keeping," she said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Aria, isn't it? I heard you were… a charity project?"

His body is so warm. "Kyaaaaaaaaah! Fafa Kirk, I'm loving your bulge! Oh.em.geeee!" Rossweisse squealed and focuses the camera on his thing. And before she could take a shot, Katerina pulled her hair and dragged her away. "Waaaaahhh! Bulge! Let me go, Granny! Just a close up shot please!" Katerina born to be heartless pulled her hair even more, "Ouch! Granny! Ouch! Fuck! It hurts! Damn you to the deepest depths of hell, Katerina! Bulgeeee!!"

He turns the screen around so Kitty and I can see. A girl with caramel-colored skin sits in front of a window, her back to the camera. Her face is turned slightly to the side, so that the viewer can just make out her wistful, faraway expression. She’s totally naked; sunlight caresses the delicate curve of her waist. It’s sensual yet innocent, relaxed yet full of sadness. “Sexy,” Kitty says. “Thanks,” Cameron says. “I’m always looking for new models.” He leans into me, suddenly pushing my hair back behind my ear, hooking a finger under the spaghetti strap on the left side of my dress and letting it fall off my shoulder. He nods, as if pleased with the adjustment.

Kayla emerged from the fitting room wearing an incredibly sexy black lingerie, strutting like a true Victoria’s Secret model, just a few inches shorter but losing none of the charisma. She looked confident, her curves accentuated by the delicate lace, and her mischievous smile revealed that she knew the impact she was making. "If I were a man, I’d drag you back into that fitting room without a second thought," I said, trying not to laugh. Kayla threw her head back and let out a hearty laugh, clearly satisfied with my compliment. "Now it’s your turn, Lauren," she said, handing me five hangers with lingerie of different styles and colors, each more daring and seductive than the last.

He grabbed my lips and we fuck our lives away. This is a story of Carl and Sophie. And also Retica and her step Dad (James) who looks a lot sexier than an average middle-adult and her step- daughter who runs a secretive cam-whore session for extra cash. For one or more reasons, Retica chooses to show-off her sensual teen body to seduce guys for more cash. Let’s call her an expert amateur Cam-model who doesn’t collect less for a real webcam show. She is sexy, slutty, pretty and gets horny on one touch. CHAPTER 1

We could only try to soften the blow. Katia moved closer to me; her bare feet were silent on the wooden floor. Her long black hair flowed down her back like a curtain of midnight silk. She wore fitted denim jeans and a cropped white cashmere sweater that clung to her slender frame. I noticed, not for the first time, that she was barefoot like the other Lunas. Did they coordinate these things like a secret club? I almost smiled at the thought, but the moment didn’t allow for levity. A knock broke through the silence.

Simple. The door opened. And Catarina Vitale walked in like she owned the place. Christ. The pictures didn't do her justice, which was annoying because I'd been counting on her being less impressive in person. She was wearing a black dress that hugged every curve—and there were a lot of curves. The kind of body that would make a priest reconsider his vows. Dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and those eyes—deep brown, almost black—swept the room before landing on me.

I laugh before hanging up. That bastard will pay! Pay with his little hussy's life! (Katerina's POV) Sweet and silky sounds are heard as I wander down the hall. My ears notice the noises becoming more audible when I arrive closer and closer to the door, where the sounds are sneaking from. The door is cracked open and my eyes can't resist to peek in the room. My vision catches the most satisfying sight. Completely nude, he lies on the bed and his head sinks deeper into the pillows, while his eyes are concealed by his eyelids. His hand is wrapped around his manhood, pleasing himself by motioning up and down fluidly. He cusses and my name escapes past his lips. His toes curl from the pleasure.