Janice Rand Nude Novels & Stories

Rand did a complete job too, as he tore it from her shoulders, ripping the camisole away as well. Daisy’s shoulders tugged and jostled a bit, as he did more violent ripping while she kept her eyes closed, as she just couldn’t watch this part. Rand lowered his hands and tore her bra away, then her lace undies too. The cool air hit her skin as she stood in only her thigh high nylon hosiery and her shoes. Rand grew quiet, but his breathing was definitely heavy against her neck as he stepped in close. His hands roamed along her breasts then down over her stomach as he grasped the curls over her mons and tugged.

Just save some for me when you get home. Janice's text was followed seconds later with a picture of her spread pussy, something she often did from the ladies' room at work. It always drove him crazy, and with Janice's splayed open pussy on his phone screen, he stroked himself to the image of both mother's and daughter's pussies at the same time.

★JANIE★ "Oh my fucking goodness, Janie... You are gorgeous! Mind-blowing! Straight out of the oven like a freshly baked cookie!" Sandra exclaimed as her orbs traveled my body from head to toe. I stood in front of the mirror, feeling quite unsure about my mode of dressing. Donned in a braless tank top exposing my stomach and a bum short, revealing the lower fraction of my ass, I felt somewhat uncomfortable. "Don't you think this is showing too much skin? I feel like a whore." I expressed my displeasure, but it earned a snort instead.

After everything was done, Janet took off her clothes and left only her pink underwear. “You’re really handsome,” she said, trying to touch Nicko’s plaid belly. That’s when Nicko’s eyes opened slowly.

“I can’t wait to have a good time with you” Janice's text was followed seconds later with a picture of her spread pussy, something she often did from the ladies' room at work. It always drove him crazy, and with Janice's splayed open pussy on his phone screen, he stroked himself to the image of both mother's and daughter's pussies at the same time.

I said, "A gold plated invitation? Lisa and Julia, you're stripping too. If it's good enough for Evelyn, it's good enough for you. Rhonda, I leave it to your discretion." I had to make allowances for her job. Apparently, she felt safe enough, as she removed her clothes as well, though I had to admit the slinky dress she had on showed most of what she had anyway. Her smallish boobs, big nipples, perfect ass. The only thing not shown, though hinted at, was her sex. Even Chen got in the spirit of the evening and asked Janet if she wanted to go bare. She removed her maternity outfit and joined the other slaves. Mine kissed her when she joined in their nudity.

Lucy commented, "you really are a slut, aren't you, Jan?" Janine looked up at the other girl as she began to unzip her pants. "Yes," she said, "but it's okay 'cause I'm gonna get fucked." She stood up on her car seat to peel her pants down her legs. It was not easy trying to balance and she had to use one hand on the seatback to stay upright while she worked the spray-on slacks down her legs with the other. Naked apart from her shoes, she sat back down on the seat.

muttered Kelly Olivia still with her fairly relaxed fashion. “Mmm… I think it’s you who’ve gone off your head… And one more thing, Kelly… When you let your Brother Randy take away your virginity, when you let your Brother Randy touch and enjoy your body all these times, you do always clean away his quintessence from your underpart body, don’t you?” whispered Janice Valeria barely audibly because she was worried somebody would overhear their conversation.

I wish I could turn back the hands of time to recreate those memories again. She bit her bottom lip furiously as her hands curled up into a fist. Hannah noticed and quickly slipped her cosy hands over her shaking hands and smiled up sweetly at her as their faces meet. "Are you alright Janice? You look lost in space." She asked calmly. Janice chuckled nervously, glancing at Mr Rand with a forced smile. She doesn't want to give the world the impression that she is weak. She is strong and she can handle it. She sniffed and cleared her throat.

Emily typed "Janet Norman" into the search bar, and what she saw left her stunned. The photos that appeared were a far cry from the image she had of Janet. Gone was the once sweet and innocent girl-next-door; in her place was someone almost unrecognizable—thick layers of makeup, bold red lips, and outfits that left little to the imagination. Janet Norman had transformed into a s.ultry, over-the-top icon of sensuality, with every photo more provocative than the last.