Kamie Crawford Nude Novels & Stories

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

Slowly I pulled the door open, walking into the white and golden corner wall of the structured bathroom. I found Cameron. He was completely naked, standing completely still inside the glassy walls of the shower tub that was at the end of the bathroom. He was standing under the running shower, his head buried to the wall and back against me. He was completely naked, He hadn't sniffed my scent yet, maybe the running water was stopping him. I walked to him, slowly wrapping my hands around him. Tingling sparks ignited at the body contact. He lifted his head, turning to me.

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.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

He moaned low, the sound vibrating into the night air, as Luke held still, letting the sensation build. Rhea and Camille knelt nearby on the soft mats, their naked bodies glowing in the starlight, eyes locked on the erotic display. Camille's gaze was wide with fascination, her hand already between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen clit in slow, needy motions. Rhea mirrored her, dipping two fingers into her own slick pussy, sliding them in and out with wet sounds that blended with the waves.

He turns the screen around so Kitty and I can see. A girl with caramel-colored skin sits in front of a window, her back to the camera. Her face is turned slightly to the side, so that the viewer can just make out her wistful, faraway expression. She’s totally naked; sunlight caresses the delicate curve of her waist. It’s sensual yet innocent, relaxed yet full of sadness. “Sexy,” Kitty says. “Thanks,” Cameron says. “I’m always looking for new models.” He leans into me, suddenly pushing my hair back behind my ear, hooking a finger under the spaghetti strap on the left side of my dress and letting it fall off my shoulder. He nods, as if pleased with the adjustment.

Show me. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. I leaned back against the window, sliding my knees apart, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin. I let one hand drift between my legs, fingers teasing the place where I was already soaked for him. My other hand snapped a photo. I sent it. Seconds later, another photo flashed on my screen: Caleb, bare-chested, hand wrapped around his cock, already hard, the head slick and flushed. He wasn’t shy about it. If anything, he wanted me to see every inch.

Cami shrugged. “I was having a future dream... Who in Blue Lake has brown hair, brown eyes, kind of stocky?” Cami scrunched her nose, “Were you doing the nasty with Vincent? Gross.” My eyes widened, and I shook my head, “Ugh, no. I was uhm, getting intimate with Wyatt and some guy was taking pictures of us. He was jacking off to our pictures.” Cami’s eyes widened, “Good lord, I cannot imagine seeing some of the things you have to see,” she said with a shudder.

Clark says, desperate not to lose the privilege. On Friday night, the trap is set. Rodolpho positions the laptop perfectly, ensuring the lens captures the entire mattress. When the secure connection chirps, Clark's face appears, already sweating. Rodolpho doesn't say a word to the camera. He slowly unbuttons his tactical shirt, sliding his trousers down his thick legs until he stands completely naked in front of the lens. He climbs onto the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest, exposing his tight, puckered asshole directly to his husband's gaze. Clark's mouth hangs open, his arm pumping furiously off-screen as he watches Rodolpho slide two thick fingers inside his own rear, opening himself