Kamie Crawford Nude Novels & Stories

Camille spent another few minutes taking solo nudes of her and then looked over to where he was waiting. "Okay," she said. "Come on over here, Duncan." He stood and walked over, stepping easily. "Go ahead and lose the shorts," Camille said. He nodded, shucking them quickly as he went over and tossed them to the side. He saw Sara's eyes go wide and a smile cross her face before she covered it up. He chuckled quietly. The first set of poses were much like the set that Kelly had done with Brigitte. It seemed to be a matter of capturing the two of them in various nude forms. He was made to bend and twist, and then lifted the very light young woman in several poses.

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.

“Are you sure you weren’t trying to project your desire to be a live nude model into the picture believing that the only way to gain a shot is by sleeping with the teachers?” “Oh no, Sir, never.”Cady cried, proud of her body. “I have the perfect female body form like Mr. Nelson has the perfect male form for such a class.” She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and grabbed Mr. Drake’s rather chubby hand before he could pull it away.

On the bank of the beautiful, colorful river, bathed in moonlight, kneels a naked Nufira, actively working her mouth on Kays’ cock with enthusiastic smacking noises. For a second, I even think it might be some hallucination in my head, and I forcefully close my eyes. But when I open them, the scene remains the same.

With that said she strolled off. I brought the picture to my face, my heart broke when I saw Cameron sitting behind a pool wearing a huge grin with a half naked woman on his lap. I knew right away that it was a recent picture, tears streamed down my face liked a waterfall. Not minding the whispers and stares around I bawled my eyes out like a baby. When I was done I headed for the kitchen to fry two eggs as instructed. Nothing has changed even though we're legally bound together on paper, I'm still a maid during the day and a pornstar at night, I was stupid for thinking anything would.

Zane stepped out with a petite figure beside him, and I immediately recognized her as the woman from the photos—Cassie. She intimately clung to his arm, practically hanging off him. Then, she tiptoed and kissed his cheek. As for Zane, he looked down at her and smiled dotingly, just like how he had smiled at me for the past 15 years. My hands and feet went ice-cold, but I instinctively raised my phone and aimed the camera at them.

I uncross my legs and spread them slowly, my knees falling apart, revealing my pussy to the camera. I’m bare – shaved clean – and the camera captures everything. My lips are parted slightly from arousal, and the wetness is glistening in the lamplight. My clit is also swollen and very visible. "Jesus." His voice cracks. His hand strokes faster. “You’re soaking. Already. I can see it on the screen.” “Three weeks of this, Marcus. Three weeks of cumming alone and pretending it’s your hand.”

Suddenly, she threw the blanket off of her completely, leaving her bare in all her nude glory. She'd used her arms to brace her upper body, hiding a little of her breasts, knees drawn up and firmly clamped together. And then she began to open her legs ever so slowly, seductively, until her pussy was on full and potent display. That was more than Adam could take. Tossing aside his camera, he peeled off his sweatpants, flung it away and crawled up the couch, settling between her legs with his dick throbbing furiously. ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

Her head dropped back. She was helpless. Owned. “I’ve thought about this all day,” Nia growled. “Your taste on my tongue. That pretty pussy grinding on my mouth.” Her fingers replaced the toy, pumping deep. Sloppy. Merciless. Kamara’s legs shook. “I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna—” “Do it,” Nia growled. “Cum in cuffs. Let them hear you.” Kamara shattered. Loud. Soaked. Shaking so hard she collapsed against her.

And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind. Both women knelt naked on the cool marble, bodies already glistening with sweat and arousal. Isabela’s smooth, plump pussy was visibly swollen, her dark pink inner lips parted and shining, thick strands of clear slickness stretching from her clenching hole to the floor. Camila’s tighter young cunt dripped even more freely, her small clit peeking out, warm rivulets running down her trembling thighs and pooling beneath her. Rafael’s voice was low, dark, and commanding over the distant roar of Carnival.