Christina Chong Nude Novels & Stories

President Chang considered herself to be a brave and strong woman and she attempted to put her fear of Jenatrix on the back burner. Jenatrix stopped gyrating on Charles’ lap. While still smirking at President Chang, the scantily clad hitwoman stood up from Charles’ lap, pulling the bottom part of her short dress back down around her hips. After standing up, Jenatrix kept snapping her fingers and gyrating her hips in front of Charles while looking down at him and licking her lips.

Her protruding nipple that was perpetually in an erected state due to the hook piercings were visible from the opening of the slits. The tiny amount of cloth that the bikini provided was almost non-existence when compared to Rin's cow-sized tits. And on her lower half, there was nothing except a piece of flimsy G-string around her waist. A single line of cloth was covering her wet pussy, and judging from the juices that were oozing down her legs, Alex could tell that exposing her naked body to Rena was something she had always desired.

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.

Vic: “It did taste different, didn’t it? I’m so glad you noticed.” At first, Christine thought that maybe she’d been poisoned, but then something much worse occurred to her she gasped, and her face turned white. Then, without another word, she pulled herself out of the water. Once she was standing, she used her right hand to cover her breasts and her left to cover her pussy. “A little late for modesty,” laughed Vic. “Don’t you think?” “Oh, fuck off!” hissed Christine, and she began to speed walk towards the villa. On the way, she met a maid. The maid saw her running around naked, and her eyes went wide. She asked, “Where are you going, Miss Laurent?”

The optimism of getting home and relaxing on his bed was the only prayer that filled his thoughts. Unlike any other girl, Christine that day proved her beauty. She was in her best design attire. A cloth that covered her bosom and had a knot at her back. Her spine lateral was bare. Another cloth covered her hips with an end knot at her right side leaving the lower part of her soft thighs exposed. The attire left the other parts of her body bare exposing her curves and edges that demanded attention. She wore a sandal made from several ossified layers of crisscrossed palm tree strings. She posed an irresistible beauty. Her face glowed even in the dark. The beauty was supplemented with long dark

’ I warned as Chesed started to pull at the slip. Chesed rolled his eyes at me but was more careful as he pulled the satin piece of lingerie over her head. Fuck she didn’t even put underwear on. Her naked body is now bare to us. With a groan/growl, we spread her legs diving between them like a starving man as I lapped at her juices. “So tasty…” I groaned, digging my claws slightly into her thighs. Her nails dug into my hair, gripping and tugging at the strands as she rode my face looking for satisfaction to the heat. “I… I need more…” Crista moaned, her voice mixing with Emilia’s as she came.

I cut off contact for a weekend and she becomes a stranger when I come back? In response, Christine gets rid of her dress. She is standing in front of me in her pale pink underwear and I still feel nothing. Her skin is smooth and supple for her age, she takes great care of it with my money. She also keeps in shape, doing pilates every day and running every other day, and she is seemingly on a lifelong diet because I have never seen her eat an ice-cream or glance at a cookie. "What do you mean?" She asks, her lips flattening into a thin tight line.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.