Chandra Davis Nude Novels & Stories

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."

Going back to the shed with bicycle, I saw Chad waiting for me under the shed with muddy Nutty. Chad is here. He is really here. I wasn't imagining him. His presence is real. "I knew you can not leave her neither me." Chad was calm. His casual outfit on his chiselled body invited my wild imagination. I could so much with him. I could scratch his back... To Mark him. I could bite his neck to show the world that Chandler Lyons is mine. I could kiss his abs... Wait. He has abs now. When did it happen? He had a good body, but he looks more built now.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

I lie back on the bed, watching her peel off a skin-tight lycra dress to reveal that's she's wearing a g-string underneath and no more, unless you want to count her earrings. Her figure is good, not spectacular, but because she's fit and toned, she still looks great and with her medium-large tits, she doesn't need a bra either. She's quite dusky-skinned, some variety of South-American I think, and her nipples are dark and brown against the coffee of her breasts. As she sways and shimmies for me, a crowd is gathering outside the viewing port, enjoying her performance, and my cock is nudging awake. She's an uncomplicated soul is Chloe, and I know she doesn't stand on ceremony, so I stand to qu

I couldn’t help but ask them if they had ever experienced that and what they had done. Calvin said, when someone undressed in front of him. He approached the woman and then he took off his jacket and covered the woman's body. Then he carried her to his room! Well, it's because the woman his talking is his girlfriend! Davion said, on the other hand, he used to seeing a woman's naked body. Because he is an artist. He pays the woman to go in front of him and paint. So when someone undressed in front of him. He approached it and covered the body. I remember that I arrived just after he covered the woman's body. I heard what he said to the woman.

When Davis got there, he met Stella sleeping and he hired some women to take off her clothes then chain her hands and her legs apart from each other because he was going to make her pay for embarrassing and almost putting his company at risk. The female workers did as they were told, they took off Stella's clothes leaving her with just a bra and panties then informed Davis. Davis smiled as he went in, initially his plans were to tease her and scare the hell outta her, he would tease her till the extent that she would beg him to touch her but he won't touch her. Since she wanted to act so coy then he'll make her pay but then just by looking at her half naked body alone was enough to blow his

The cool air of the room hit her skin as the clasp of her bra gave way, but the chill was instantly replaced by the heat of Davis’s gaze. Her breasts, freed and firm, seemed to catch the light, their peaks rising with her shallow, quickening breaths. Davis pulled back just an inch—and admired them. He cupped her with a reverence that felt almost sacred, his thumbs tracing the soft curve of her pale skin. This woman was a masterpiece of soft lines and delicate strength.