Chandra Davis Nude Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Of course, she would preserve her chastity for Vardala. ‘Why would she say such things now?’ Bhaskara was confused. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that Chandra was wearing a different outfit from the usual today. She usually preferred to dress in a demure and dignified manner, exuding the charm of a refined young lady. However, she wore only a chiffon dress today. Her radiant and supple skin was visible under the delicate garment. Bhaskara’s gaze was drawn to Chandra’s body. The fabric of her dress was barely see-through, adding a faint hint of mystery to the beauty lying underneath. Her attire today was a stark departure from her usual style, and the semi-transparent allure added an ext

"Dr. Jennings, I'm Jasmine, and I'm 170 centimeters tall..." "Dr. Jennings, I'm Scarlett, and I'm 168 centimeters tall..." "Dr. Jennings, my name is Cheryl, and I'm 165 centimeters tall..." After that, the women took off their nightgowns and freely displayed their bodies, introducing themselves to Chad one by one. Chad considered himself a decent man and desperately wanted to yell that it was enough. However, he swallowed the words because he was a man!

Right as I was going to toss the towels in the trash can, the door swung open, and my breath caught in my throat as I found Davina standing there, oozing with an intensity that was hard to ignore. She looked like the Devil herself, clad in skin-tight black leather pants that clung to her every curve and a cropped white top that revealed more than it concealed. Davina’s eyes narrowed into angry slits.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, you little slut. Change right here, where I can watch every fucking inch of you.” She bit her lip, nodding. “Okay, Davis… you asked for it.” Her hands shook as she peeled off her shirt, revealing her perky C-cup tits, those dark nipples already hard as fuck, begging to be sucked. My cock throbbed, precum leaking as she slid out of her pants, her round, fat ass jiggling like a perfect fucktoy.

“I’m not as careless as you think I am, baby girl.” He finally moved, pushing himself up from the bed with effortless grace. The sheet fell away completely, revealing his fully naked, powerful body. Morning light highlighted every ridge of muscle, the faint red marks my nails had left on his shoulders last night, and the thick cock that was already half-hard again just from watching me struggle. I swallowed hard, face burning crimson. Chandler walked toward me slowly, completely unbothered by his nudity. He stopped just inches away, towering over me as I continued to sway unsteadily on my weak legs.

Although Davina's hurt feelings were a distant worry in my dirty mind right now. She slowly, seductively unbuttoned the jacket. The tan slopes of her delicate shoulders came into view, then her smooth chest. She paused to take off her ridiculous stripper shoes before undoing the rest of the buttons. I saw her cleavage, full and pushed up halfway to her chin, under a sheer, lacy red bra. My eyes made their way down to her perfectly flat stomach.

But I pull it out anyway. The notification stops me dead. Live Stream: DirtyGirl69 is online. I click it. The app loads. And there, in the middle of my fucking bed, is Davina. On live stream. For guys. In my room. The bar erupts in laughter as the guys crowd around, seeing her on the screen, smirking like she owns the place. She’s untied the rope, blindfold gone, latte in one hand, waving at the camera like she’s the queen of chaos.

Caro just chuckled, then her eyes drifted toward Davis direction at the stage, and her heart sank, her smile slowly disappeared. There he was. Davis. Standing confident as always. But what froze Caro’s blood was the woman beside him. Linda. The same woman she saw half-naked in his penthouse, few hours ago. And now, Linda looked stunning. Her dress glowed under the lights, hugging her curves perfectly. Her hand rested lightly on Davis’s chest, her red nails tracing the edge of his suit like they’d done it a thousand times. Davis wasn’t pulling away and wasn't smiling either.