Novel & Cerita Christina Parrish Nude

IANNA’S POV “It’s time to go now, my friend.” Christina said looking breath taking in her nude dress. It sat perfectly on her curves and blended perfectly with her skin tone. “You look beautiful Christina.” She smiled at me. We walked out of my room and down the stairs. My mother was the first person to see us coming from the front door. Maybe she just sent Lissa off. “Well, I hope you know what you are doing borrowing this girl your clothes.” She looks me up and down.

She bit her upper lip, looking sexy as she worked. Finally, Prisha seemed to sense that this was going to happen regardless of what she did. So, she quickly slipped off her shirt and then her pants. She looked absolutely stunning in her underwear. Her breasts looked pert and her stomach looked flat (muscled but not obviously muscled, you know?) her legs looks smooth and her skin was coppery and delicious. She looked nervous still, but I could make out her erection straining against her panties. She wanted it as bad as the rest of us. I thrust my finger hard into my asshole, feeling the pleasure and the pressure, moving my fingers around inside of my bottom. I knew she was watching.

She went over to the coffee table, and picked up the pictures of her and her friends. She was totally nude in all of them. In one she was sitting on the edge of the hot-tub, her friend Misty climbing out beside her. In another she was leaning back, and Misty was rubbing her tits against Krista's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Krista was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Misty was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towe

Naked, skin glowing under the soft spa lighting, she runs her fingers through her hair, shakes it out, and strides toward the steam room entrance, hips swaying unselfconsciously. Patterson’s wife, moves with quiet precision. She slips the thin straps of her floral maxi dress off her shoulders first; the bodice falls to her waist immediately. She pushes the fabric past her hips with both hands—the loose cotton whispers down her legs and puddles at her feet. She steps out carefully, then reaches behind to unhook her strapless bra and lets it fall. Her nude lace panties come next, thumbs in the waistband, she bends at the hips, slides them down over the curve of her ass, past her thighs, and st

Christiana's eyes widened a bit and she looked up at Damien whose eyes were literally in flames. "Mr. Fernandez I'm sorry. I didn't mean to enter your... " "Take... off your clothes! " Damien gritted and Christiana looked down in shame. With her hands shaking, she zips down her gown and let it fall to the ground, leaving her in only her pant and bra. She wrapped her hands around her chest in an attempt to cover herself. "Take everything off, Christiana.... everything.... " Tears flooded Christiana's eyes as she obeyed Damien without a word. Soon, she was now naked, completely.