Chandra Davis Nude Novels & Stories

"But I ... I've kind of thought about it. I think I'd like to try it!" "Oh, sweetheart, you make me so happy!" Miss Chandler said. She kissed Dawn's lips again, and then added, "Would you help me take my clothes off?" Dawn quickly shed her own clothes, and then, naked in front of her coach, she began to unbutton her blouse. She laid it open to reveal a low-cut black bra cupping the older woman's generous tits. For most women, the lacy edge of the abbreviated bra would have just hidden their nipples. But Miss Chandler's small, rosy-pink nipples were perched more atop her tits than on their front, so they sat exposed to Dawn's appreciative gaze just above the lace.

Davis The tiles in the handicap stall were cold, but the girl pressed against them was burning up. My name is Davis. 20 years old, a high Senior, and this girl right here, Her name was... Cindy, or maybe Chelsea—I didn’t really care. She had her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her breath was hitching in my ear as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of her sweet perfume and the sharp smell of bleach. I was moving with a heavy, rhythmic pace, my hands locked onto her hips to keep her pinned.

In less than a minute, the door swung open and he was greeted by a wide eyed Calista in her wheelchair with a robe covering the see through nightdress she was putting on. Instantly, Chad felt his mouth go dry as he stared at her, unable to move his gaze away from her alluring frame. He noticed how her chest heaved slowly, lifting the buttons on the nightdress and daring him to take a peak. His eyes traveled down her chest and he felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw how ample her breasts were. “Is something wrong? Did something happen at the exhibition? Are you alright?” her voice pierced through his uncultured thoughts—voicing out different questions—laced with worry and Chad had

Kassady said, she didn't actually knew where that came from but she just had to say it. Davies scoffed angrily walked into the bathroom. ****** Few minutes later, Davies came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Kassady who was busy with her phone turned the minute she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Her eyes dimmed when she saw Davies was half naked, instead of closing her eyes, she found herself staring at his broad manly chest which was dripping with the water from his hair, and he made his so sexy. His chest was firm and spotless with his six packs.

She grabbed her phone with trembling fingers and opened T*****r. Her name was the first thing she saw. #ClaraDavenportExposed #DavenportDrama #JulianDavenportwife Then the pictures. Her body. Her moans. Her face. Her breath caught. “No… no, no—” She scrolled faster. The videos were edited—choppy, grainy—but the lighting was clear. The angles too familiar. The movements… hers. The gasps. The moans. Every detail exactly how she remembered. And Adrian—he was there too.

"Ahh, Ms. Davis! How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your presence. Please, take a seat." Cherry made her way to the back of the room. Her blonde hair was curled and pulled to one side allowing her hazelnut color eyes to shine. Like her personality, Cherry's outfit was an attention stealer as well. She wore a teasing school girl outfit, black with trims of lime green and white with a matching plaid mini skirt. Her shirt was missing the first two buttons at the top allowing her cleavage to be seen from a distance. Her shoes were also black flats and complimented her nicely tanned legs. She was the perfect model for any p**n magazine. "What did I miss," Cherry asked sliding beside her

Her hair, usually tied up, flowed freely today, adorned with a simple ribbon. Rachna, in her vibrant red bikini, was a sight to behold. She wore a two-piece that highlighted her innate beauty, her beautiful breasts, and her navel on her flat stomach. The top was secured with a string looped around her neck, enhancing her breasts's perky and shapely appearance, while the bottom featured a colourful floral print. Her toned abdominal muscles were prominently displayed, showcasing the hours spent at the gym. She exuded elegance and grace as she moved around her private pool with Divya in tow.

My mouth made a slurping sound as I sucked on his shaft, spit spilling out the sides of my mouth. And then Chad lightly grabbed my hair and pulled me off his cock. "Take off your bra" he said, signaling to me his intentions. I backed away from him a little and sat up. I quickly took off my blouse and unclasped my bra, letting it fall off my arms. I was left topless from the waist up. My big boobs hung free and Chad was being given a perfect view of them. "Fuck, that's a beautiful rack," he said, squeezing one in his hand again.

I had sacrificed too much and endured too many trials for this long-anticipated day to finally arrive. FIVE YEARS AGO I sprawled across my couch, the soft fabric pressing against my skin as I enjoyed the sun-drenched afternoon. Davina sat beside me, her fingers gliding effortlessly over my body, a tantalizing touch that sent shivers down my spine. She wore a vibrant bikini that hugged her curves perfectly, the bright colors contrasting against her sun-kissed skin. Just as I turned my head to meet her playful gaze, my phone erupted with a sharp chime from the table, disrupting the moment.

Sheri's eyes were wide as the woman, Criana Rhymes, reached behind herself and pulled the zipper of her dress down, the dress then sliding down her body to nestle on the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, her full, C-cup breasts surmounted by large dark nipples, her chocolate skin almost glistening as she reached for Charles' shorts and pulled them down, his rock-hard cock standing straight out in front of him as she knelt on one knee before him.