Chandra Davis Nude Novels & Stories

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ No mainstream channels, and he turned me down? The nerve. To even say I’m the girl guys fuck before they find their missus right. I am so fucking pissed off. I could seduce him. I could totally fucking do it, I haven’t even tried. He doesn’t know. I would have made his night. Instead, I’m here watching the local news while he eats his dinner.

“We don’t have long.” “Then we better be quick and dirty.” He spun her around, pressed her front to the machine. She braced her palms on the lid. Davis yanked the zipper of her dress down in one rough pull—red fabric parting over black lace. No bra. Just smooth skin and the faint tan lines from summer. He shoved the dress to her waist, exposing her breasts—full, nipples already dark and tight. He cupped them from behind, thumbs flicking the peaks while his mouth found the back of her neck. Silver arched, pushing her ass back against the hard ridge in his slacks.

I let my fingers extend and watch the blue light shoot from my fingers. An invisible rope wraps around Chandra, tying her arms to her body. Chandra struggles against my hold, but it’s no use. I lift my hand, and Chandra’s body follows. “Put me the fuck down!” A wicked grin grows on my face. She wants down, so who am I to deny her? I slam my hand down, and Chandra crashes into the ground. I lift my hold on Chandra and watch her writhe around on the floor. “I’ll leave you to fester in here. I have other things to do right now, but I’ll be back.” I turn around and walk out, leaving her groaning and moaning.

Now she stood in her underwear. “Keep going,” he whispered. Vasty reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra. It fell away. Her breasts felt cool in the air. Her nipples hardened. She covered them with her hands for a moment. Then she let them drop. Dave’s eyes burned with hunger. Last she hooked her fingers in her panties. She pushed them down. They pooled at her feet. She stepped out. Now she was completely naked. She stood still. The light touched every curve of her body.

The other woman replied to calm her down, and pushed her sister-in-law forward a few steps. Skandar Hemingway finally greeted Davis's wife, then his eyes turned to the young girl in a long blue dress. There was no need to ask for her identity card even to test whether the girl was young or old, because Skandar even doubted if the girl had already had an identity card. Skandar threw a cold gaze on the girl. Charisa Zwetta Davis was shorter than him, the girl looked away from his gaze. Ckk, See, even though we had not married yet, we had been in a cold war like this!

I was somewhat nervous, but also driven by pure lust. After my bath, I dressed in my tightest, white shorts and a halter-top, no bra. The outfit was one that Xander had talked me into, but I had never worn it in public. The halter left the bottom of my breasts revealed and the shorts fit snuggly, showing part of my ass cheeks and every curve of womanhood between my legs. I was usually too shy and reserved to dress that way in public, but Diva seemed to have an effect on me that’s hard to explain.

Davis asked from the kitchen as he read my body language. "I don't have a Dad. I have a tormentor." "What?" He looked at me so confused as he made his way towards me. The cast had really been bothering him, making him want to tear it off with his bare hands. He continued to walk on it despite everyone telling him to use the crutches. I turned the phone with tears in my eyes. It was to the point where my breasts were out and in Chris' mouth. After a few seconds I tuned the phone back around, not wanting Davis to see too much. I still felt so ashamed for having ever slept with Chris.

Davis away from the three men and towards the center of the room and across to the other end entirely. While in the bathroom with Mrs. Davis she learned that not only were Mrs. Davis's eyelashes and breasts were fake, so was her hair. She had short pixie blonde hair underneath a wig but had heard long brunettes were in right now. Mrs. Davis had false teeth; three bridges on the bottom and two implants on top. She had botox in her lips and eyebrows, a nose job, a chin job and butt implants. Chloe shook her head in amazement as Mrs. Davis proudly showed off her before and after pictures. "You have to talk to my guy, Darling. He's a lifesaver. Works miracles that Dr. Busser." Mrs. Davis was tel

And maybe that was true, even if just for this one night. In his arms, Elena Davis felt incredible. Her body was warm, her skin was soft, and she smelled like flowers. But she was holding herself a little stiffly, so Chandler backed off just a couple of inches as he gently led her in a slow circle. When he directed her in a slow turn out and spin, she smiled.

"Lift your arms." Cassandra raised her arms high over her head and Chad stripped her panties down her legs. She stood completely naked before him now, hyper-aware of the slight draft on her most sensitive areas, the heat of his body mere inches from hers. She had never felt so vulnerable, so aroused. Chad reached out and traced a finger along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. "So pretty," he murmured. "So eager. But you need to learn your place." He took her by the arm and guided her towards a padded bench. "Assume the position."