Christina Bennington Nude Novels & Stories

“You’re holding back, Avery. Let it show. Let me see how much you want this.” From the side of the room, I heard the soft rustle of fabric. Zara had stepped away from the camera – which was now clearly recording video, its red light blinking steadily. She was stripping slowly, peeling off her top to reveal full, bare breasts with tight pink nipples. Her shorts followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood completely naked, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. “Christ…” I whispered, unable to look away from her. She settled into the armchair across from us, legs spread shamelessly. One hand trailed down her stomach and between her thighs, fingers circling her own clit as she wa

He was lying flat on his back on the weight bench, with his feet planted firmly on the ground on either side. The bar was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a petite, smoking hot girl was bouncing up and down on top of him. She was tattooed, with smooth tan skin, violet hair, and a black choker tied around her neck. A little pink crop-top sweater was the only bit of clothing she had left on. A lacy black thong and a tiny pair of black shorts laid in a heap some twenty feet away.

“Take it all off, baby; show us your pretty puppies... and your sweet pussy.” Natasha had never heard a man say such things to her. It turned her on, to have older men like these two, roughly as old as her college teachers, lusting after her like horny young jocks. She grabbed the hem of her tiny t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her head. The throaty groans of the two men sent shivers through her. It gave her the courage to do what she did next. Reaching back, she unclasped her micro bra and let it slide off her as she moved to the music. For the first time in her life, Natasha Gillian Wallis was topless outside the privacy of her own home. She stood on the table before two strangers, men s

When new pictures and videos are uploaded. I click on them, and the first is a single photo of her. Standing in a white bikini that barely covers her ample breast. The tattoos cover her entire torso, full legs, and arm sleeves. She is standing holding a drink in the air. I smile at her smile. I swipe again and come to a group picture with a hashtag The Boss Bitch Is Ready To Take Over LA.

She took off the jacket and let it fall to the ground, exposing what she was wearing beneath it all along. Ben's eyes fell on her body, she was wearing a strappy outfit that barely covered many parts of her body. One of the red straps was fitted to cover both her nipples, and that was being held by a joining strap to her neck to hold it up. His eyes slowly evaluated her body from her neck to her feet. The straps were also covering the parts below her waist but very barely, he could see the v-shape of her vulva. She slowly did a spin when she assumed that he was okay with what she just did. Ben got a back view of her, her fleshy big ass wasn't covered at all.

she asked quietly. Ben looked at her, then the other women who stood frozen in the room. "Please," she repeated, looking up at him with her head tilted. He nodded faintly, and she efficiently undid his belt, button, and zipper and slid his pants down. He stepped out of them. "May I please remove your underwear?" she asked. Ben was starting to recover from his over-stimulation and became nervous about being naked in front of the women. Tina stepped close and looked up sweetly at his face.

The sight of her like that…it was beyond his dreams! Angelina was naked. Totally and completely naked and covered in cheese…nothing but cheese. Lots and lots of cheese. Right from her forehead to her toes, there's no part of her naked body that wasn't covered in cheese as she laid down on her side with one of her legs crossed over the other, enacting a very attractive and sexy pose.

Attached was a photo of her cleavage, framed by a black bra and her silver necklace, barely hidden beneath her work shirt. A gasped escaped my lips as I realized what Nina was doing. Was she seducing me?

Some were being fingered, while their moans were swallowed by the loud music. Luther must have felt my tension because he glanced at me, then quickly looked away, like he didn't want to see my reaction. Then, something even weirder happened .A woman approached Luther, almost completely nude, just wearing a fishnet top that clung to her chest, exposing her bare nipples while hardly covering her backside. "Luther!" she called out, her voice dripping with something I couldn't quite place.. Luke immediately stopped rolling Luther and casually walked away.. "Athina," Luther replied, his voice surprisingly even.

She held eye contact with the man in the third row while she did it, just long enough to watch his jaw tighten, then she looked away like he'd never existed. The bralette came off on the second chorus. She unclipped the back with one hand behind her, let it fall, caught it on two fingers and swung it once before dropping it off the stage edge without looking where it landed. The spotlight hit her bare chest and she let it. Full, heavy, pale against the dark ink of the tattoo work crawling up her ribs on the left side, a piece she'd done in trade with an artist she knew, a sprawling thing that curved under her breast and spread across her side like something that had been growing there for ye