Christina Parrish Nude Novels & Stories

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

Her gorgeous sunkissed body is bare, and only a reach away from me. "God, Cassie. What are you doing?" I move a bit uncomfortable around on the chair. "What does it look like, Christian?" my name rolls so elegantly of her tongue. She has got me completely bewitched now. She moves closer to me; her exquisite body is in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. She lifts her arms in the air, stretching every toned muscle over her flat stomach. She starts rocking her hips from side to side. Then she lowers her body down to the floor; as she comes back up, she rubs her body deep into mine. Her naked breasts are touching every part of the exposed skin of my chest.

Christina complained shifting position, and jiggling her breasts so that he could have a clear look at them. She was wearing a sheer nightdress that showed off the full jut of her breasts and pointy nipples. Once upon a time, he would have been all over that, but now, he wasn’t even even remotely interested. Christina apparently thought that she could get him to respond because she leaned in again to kiss him. This time around, he let her, and she shifted position to kiss him better, all the while making sounds that were extremely annoying to him. He sat there passively and let her do what she wanted, knowing that she would soon stop.

The view was beautiful, or at least from what she saw before she closed her eyes. Christa was lying on the pool chair, sunbathing. She wore a bikini and sunglasses. Beside her on the side table were some mini sandwiches that she reached for periodically and munched on delicately. The sun sparkled on the pool water giving it an ethereal look. “Ahh.” She sighed satisfactorily, “This is the life.” Her bruises were healed and she was back to being her fabulous self.

Dean tried to steady her but what he felt, plus the impact made him lose his balance and they both back on the carpet. “Fuck!” Dean couldn’t help but curse loudly. “What are you doing?!” Christina was completely naked! She laughed completely ignoring his outburst. "Wow! Dean, I thought you were much stronger than that," Christina giggled, her voice full of mischief. “Get off me!” Dean demanded, struggling to sit up. But his mind was completely a mess. Somehow, his shirt raised up, allowing for Christina’s bare crotch rub against his stomach. Aside from that, her bre*sts hovered just inches from his face. If he would not have a reaction to that, he’s definitely gay!

As soon as the program was broadcasted, it immediately blew up all the trending searches, and the media covered it extensively. At that point, a mysterious person uploaded Christina’s ID photo. In the photo, Christina did not wear makeup, but her plain face was pure and lovely. Her beauty was shocking! The photo instantly went viral among the netizens and it stunned everyone. It was no wonder Matthew Henderson confessed in public. Even with a child, a stunning beauty like her was worthy of being pursued by many people.

From behind, the bottom of her butt peeked out, that meant if she bent over even a little bit, it would show everything. The top was barely there at all. It was just a tiny bra made of thin spaghetti straps that tied behind her back. Only a small strip of black cloth, covered in tiny shiny crystals, hid her nipples. Every time she moved, the little crystals caught the bright afternoon light, drawing all the attention to how naked she really was. She immediately crossed her arms, "Don't look." Tasha's jaw dropped, "Oh, my God." Emma clutched her own chest dramatically, "She's gorgeous."

one of them said, causing the rest to chuckle hard as they stood up to leave. "What are you guys doing?" Christian asked but they ignored him and left. The lady climbed on the empty chair before letting the jacket that was clutched to her body to let loose. Christian wiggled his head before sipping the whole content from his drink, she slowly climbed the top of the table before crawling towards Christain. Right now she was half-naked and quite no difference from the strippers at the club. She only had a leather bra that showed off her nipples and a lacy pant that showed her shaved vagina.

“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

Christina is vigorously attacking the rowing machine, beads of sweat hanging off her smooth skin, and she is completely naked. "You're early." She says, smiling at us, without slowing down her rowing. "I haven't finished my workout." She's not at all what I expected. She's much younger than I thought she'd be; probably mid-twenties. Her face, surrounded by bleached blonde hair, is beautiful. She has high cheekbones, a luscious mouth and big, blue eyes that sparkle when she smiles. "Nick doesn't mind." Dad says. "He'll talk to you while you're working out. You don't mind, do you, Nick." Dad asks, without a hint of sarcasm or irony.