Chandra Davis Nude Novels & Stories

But now? Fuck! Davina was sprawled on the center of the bed like a goddamn offering, knees drawn up, back against the headboard, wearing nothing but sheer black lace that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was so thin, I could count every peak and valley of her skin. I could see her nipples taut against the lace, the shadow between her thighs teasing me with what was barely hidden. She had no panties on. Just her, flushed and waiting, her scent bewitching me like it always does. And I knew that this night would not end without me ravishing her until there was nothing left.

It dodged when he tried to touch it. "What will you do?" Chandra asked Randell nervously. "I'll just hand over your clothes." Randell showed it to Chandra and took it and gave it to him. Chandra took it and hurriedly put it on. "Whatever happened today, I don't think anything happened to us," Randell told Chandra. Chandra also looked at Randell's face. "How can you say that? Do you think that's enough of an explanation? You must have seen it. We're both...naked?" Chandra responded even though it was difficult to pronounce that word to both of them of Randell.

Davina said, making sure that he heard the subtle threat in her words. "Alright then, let the show begin," Darren said, slowly removing his shirt and unbuckling his trousers. "That's my babe, ever so willing to please me," Davina said wetting her lips seductively with her tongue. "Make sure that none of you take your eyes off us even for a second. I prepared this show specially for you guys and I would be really pissed if you all don't enjoy it to the fullest," Davina said then in a swift move, she removed the black cloak she was wearing to reveal her naked self. Then she motioned with her hands to Darren to come closer.

She was as nervous as she'd ever been, but also dangerously aroused. "I'm sorry, but I can be a bit of an exhibitionist sometimes, especially when there's a beautiful woman around. I usually walk around my place in the nude." Darius replied, with complete confidence. Amanda didn't know how to respond to that, she simply continued to stare at his incredible appendage. Her panties were beginning to dampen and the butterflies that so often made an appearance in her belly were now flying in a hurricane.

★。＼｜／。★ 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.

He commanded. "Yes sir." I was tempted to stand at ease but I was wise enough to discard it. I stood in front of his desk, my head bowed a bit while my hands were joined together. I intentionally kept my gaze to the floor to avoid meeting the evident glare he wore at me. "Nikki Hood?" Chad ruffled through his desk and picked his phone up. Turning the screen at me, he shook his head pitifully. "Could you please explain to me what this means?" There on his screen stood all petite version of me, an unshaven bush grown on her private area and a smug grin on her face. My nude image!

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.