Christina Parrish Nude Novels & Stories

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.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Dana’s legs strained to prop her hips upwards as Christi followed the line of her underwear with her wet tongue. Christi slipped her finger under the tight elastic of the band and slowly tugged the underwear down her thighs. The fabric was wet and clung to her pussy until Christi pinched at them to loosen them away, touching Dana’s incredibly vulnerable sex. Christi watched Dana struggle as she pulled the soaked underwear down her calves. Dana rested down and Christi lifted her leg up taking the underwear off her feet. The light shimmered on her moistened pussy.

she smiled but her smile never reached her eyes. Wordlessly she stood up and went to her room. She went to the bathroom to have a shower. Tears mingled with the water from the shower, Christine poured her anguish while taking a shower. All the pain she thought was no longer there, resurfaced. With her bag in her hand, Christine walked out of the villa indisposed. Marty gazed in stunned admiration at Christine, who emerged from the villa clad in a sexy halter maxi sundress. Her dress highlighted her perfect hot body, the curves are all in the right places.

Christine then started undoing her blouse buttons. When she finished her chore, Christine stopped kissing Mitchell long enough to whisper," My bra unhooks in front. Why don't you unwrap a couple of your Christmas presents?” Once again, Mitchell understood what Christine was offering. He fumbled briefly but managed to unhook Christine's bra and release her incredible breasts. He moved both hands up her torso and cupped her gently. Then he slowly rolled her nipples between his fingers.

Alex Parker stood at the door to the roof, one of her extremely big shirts on and cargo pants, except the difference now was, her shirt wasn't buttoned so he could see the tattoo in between her collarbones, the black bra that brought her breasts out and the bikini she was wearing peeked out of her pants. And her braids. She had it in an upright ponytail, two long ones over her face with her round glasses on and her lips glossed. "You really are itching for a punishment. Aside from the fact you actually came at 5:02am, you're raising your voice at me. Where's the compliant boy that was ready to do anything to be my pet?" Paris was trying his best to find a place on her body to focus on. From

Jake had intended to text Tina that they had changed their plans and were not going to a movie after dinner, but he had somehow gotten distracted and forgot all about it. As a result, Jake and Sherri were met with a surprise as they walked silently across their back patio and looked in through the sliding glass doors. Sherri noticed first, and quietly exclaimed, "Holy shit!" Jake turned and looked, and added, "Well, fuck me!" There sat their petite, young pet-sitter on the couch, completely naked with her knees spread far apart and her ankles crossed. She had a towel under her ass, and she was rubbing a pink vibrator up and down through her shaved pussy-lips.

“Leave the stockings and heels on.” Jessica obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels. “Turn around,” Charlie ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.” She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.