Catherine Ohara Nude Novels & Stories

She dragged off the comforter and turned back to the blonde who was gently swaying and watching her mouth. She turned Catherine around and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to her feet. She gasped as she took in the blonde's perfectly smooth skin. No bra or panties obstructed her view of the beauty before her. She pressed herself against Cat's back and slid her hands around her torso, over the taught muscles of her stomach and up to cup her breasts in her palms. Kissing the gasping woman's neck she gently squeezed and rolled her stiff nipples between her fingers and felt Cat grinding her ass back against her mound.

In the bathroom,Renee was washing her hands when she saw Catherine’s reflection in the mirror. Catherine , dressed in an elaborate, ancient-style costume, stood a short distance away, arms folded. Renee took a couple of paper towels, dried her hands, and faced Catherine. "I deserve it.And it’s none of your business.”

The ombre fabric slid higher, revealing the black lace panties clinging to her hips, the crotch darkened with her arousal. Katherine whimpered as his palm cupped her pussy, rubbing vaguely over the lace, the pressure firm but teasing, circling her clit without mercy. "Kitten... please," she breathed, writhing in his hold, her hips bucking up to chase more friction. Her back arched sharply, breasts straining against the strapless neckline, nipples hard peaks begging for attention. A loud moan tore from her throat, echoing in the quiet room, her body trembling under his touch.

I will make them regret the very second they thought of raping my Catherine! All four of them are huddled in the corner, watching me as I slowly undress in front of Catherine. Pierto is guarding the open door with his back to the room. Franco has placed his lazy ass on the couch by the only window, his gun resting in his hand on his lap. Nino comes into the room with some wet towels and cleans off the disgusting residu of her previous users. Catherine’s eyes are trained on me not even noticing the gentle touch of Nino. Her eyes follow every little move my fingers make as I pop one button after the other. She is eating me up with her hungry gaze as my muscles, that I know she loves, comes int

I pushed open the door with my shoulder, balancing the heavy tray…and froze. Catherine was sprawled across Kieran's massive bed, propped up on silk pillows like a queen. She wore nothing but a sheer crimson wrapper that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the thin fabric tied loosely at her waist. Her golden hair fanned out around her like a halo, and her skin glowed in the firelight. She looked like a goddess. Beautiful and perfect. Everything an alpha king could want. The bed itself was in disarray… sheets twisted, pillows scattered. I suddenly found it hard to swallow.

He then sat at the edge of her bed, and finally, his eyes stopped on Catherine. Catherine stood in the middle of the room in a pink tank top and a pair of cotton shorts. Archer could clearly see that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her small nipples were poking from her thin tank top. As his eyes travelled down, he spotted a wet spot on the center of her shorts. "Come here," he commanded with his manly voice. Catherine gulped and took a deep breath to steady her racing heart, and walked near him. "Do you know what you did was wrong?" he asked, his Adam's apple moving slowly without being noticed by the teenager standing in front of him.

he replied, and the two fell into deep thought. A few hours later… Catherine had just taken her bath, she was in a towel, standing in front of the mirror while combing her hair, when Alpha Darin and Alpha Darwin appeared in the room. She turned her head to look at them, and her cheeks reddened when she saw that they were only in their underwears. Their chiseled upper bodies made her knees turn weak, and she couldn't take her eyes off them. Their perfect abs were alluring, and she wanted to play with them with her hands. “Are you ready?” Alpha Darin said, and she nodded her head and took off the towel, revealing 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!”

♡ Skylar ♡ I stood by the glass wall in my office, holding a cup of hot coffee in my right hand and my phone on the left. Catherine's picture was displayed on the screen. A portrait picture of her half facing the camera. She was wearing a black thin-strap backless dress, her makeup modest, and her hair packed in a ponytail. I breathed out, dropping my hand to my side as I brought the cup to my lips and took a gulp.

Catherine walked in, looking ethereal like the perfect angel she was in a yellow sundress, with her long hair falling freely down her back. On seeing me, she darted me a smile. “Oh, you're working. I thought you were less busy.” “I should be done in twenty five to thirty minutes, baby. I just have to settle the stock issue I told you about.” I explained, my eyes running down the lithe curve of her waist. Nodding, she uttered. “I'll wait.” As I made to unmute the meeting, Catherine suddenly got down to her feet and crawled underneath the table. Before I could say Jack Robinson, she was situated in between my thighs, her coffee eyes glinting with mischievous lust as she stared up at me.