Kamie Crawford Nude Novels & Stories

This man was going to destroy me, and I wanted every second of it. Kael flipped us suddenly, laying me back on the sectional. He yanked my crop top all the way off and tossed it aside. Then he hooked his fingers into my yoga pants and peeled them down my legs, along with my soaked panties. I was completely bare to him now, my curvy body exposed, my pussy glistening with arousal. His eyes devoured me, dark, possessive, and almost feral. "Look at this pretty little cunt," he rasped, spreading my thighs wide. "So wet for your best friend’s brother. Been dreaming about this?"

[Strip your pants off] Sam is shaking, and he lowers the camera even it is against his will to do this kind of thing live. The man is happy when seeing him doing what he requested. His boxer shorts is so cute that it makes him chuckle. Sam looks at the camera, "w-what do you want from me?" even he is struggling to speak straight. "Simple … do you masturbate on cam?" the voice makes his shudder! This is ridiculous! Sam complained, "ARE YOU NUTS?!"

Looking around like a lost kitty, so fucking cute. My stomach dropped. I froze mid-moan, my hand still between my legs. The chat went crazy asking why I suddenly stopped. Another message came right after: Vesper_Watches: Don’t stop touching yourself, baby. I like watching you squirm. I quickly ended the stream without saying goodbye. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely close my laptop. The moment the camera light turned off, my phone started ringing. It was an Unknown number. I let it ring. Once. Twice. Three times.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

Roman was already on the deck when Camila woke up from sleep, the night before had been very exhilarating that she was so worn out and fell asleep almost immediately. She was staring at his back, he was shirtless, only in swimming shorts. Camila pulled the blanket over herself and headed unto the deck. She came up behind him and tickled his sides making him give a loud yelp and turn around to face his giggling wife, he looked her up and down, a feeling of surprise and at the same time annoyance washing over him.

Creighton smiled down to her seductively as the camera clicked. Without instruction and without thought, he leaned down and kissed her lips, trailing a warm path of tiny nips down her neck to the deep cleft between her breasts. Sandra relaxed into his touch for a few moments before reality struck her, and she remembered where they were. She opened her eyes as Creighton moved back up her body and smiled. “I want those knickers off,” he whispered. “I want a photo of you completely nude and hairless. Please?” “I have a surprise for you and it’s hiding under the panties.”

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

"Please, Cage. I want to see your dick. Please don't make me beg, just take it out and show me." "You don't need to beg, I'll show you," Cage answered after a brief pause. He unzipped his shorts, lifted his butt and pushed them down, then lifted his legs and took them completely off. Kota leaned a little forward to get a good look while Cage pulled his shirt off over his head. She didn't mean he should get naked, but she wasn't about to complain. "Oh, you're uncircumcised.You're so hard. I did that to you?" Kota whispered in her breathy, low, sultry voice.

I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers. Hours passed like that. I reviewed documents and prepared notes while my body stayed constantly stuffed and stimulated. Every hour I sent another picture. Sometimes with the dildos pushed deeper. Sometimes with my fingers spreading my holes to show how stretched I was. The humiliation of it all only made me wetter.