Kamie Crawford Nude Novels & Stories

Cameron turned her head sideways and replied, “I’m not.” Waylon chuckled. “This is new, Cameron. I thought you were used to seeing men's bodies since you have been staying under the same roof with other men the whole time?” Cameron turned her head around to meet his gaze. “Are you serious? I’m not embarrassed at all. I dare you to strip yourself naked.” Waylon looked at her silently. With a triumphant grin on her face, Cameron went closer to him and said, “I thought you wouldn't feel embarrassed at all, Wayne. But it seems like I was wrong. It's okay. I don't mind seeing it again.”

After all, I left the compound as I saw a black car packed some miles away from my house but I didn't bother because we had neighbours around. ** ** After a long day at school I came back home, I entered my room to freshen up, when I came out of the bathroom my phone bipped. I checked it and it was my nude sent by an unknown number. Clarks POV I watched her through her room window as she looked at the pictures and videos in shock. I am quite sure this is gonna make her regret crossing my path. She was still on her white towel which she tied round her chest, the towel was an extremely short one that only covered her massive round butt.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Cameron Flaherty. What is in your head with the way you are ogling at me right now?" His grin only widened. "No scheme, I promise." "Spit it out already!" He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! Only...I was thinking about taking some photographs of you." He paused for a second and added,"Naked." I almost spit my milk back into my cup,nearly choking. "You're crazy," I blurted out finally, my voice, incredulous. "Why would you want to take nude pictures of me?" His face softened, "Because, Serena, I've always wanted to have you where I can look at you and adore you all the time even when we are apart. You’re a work of art you know?"

I kicked the panties aside and sat back on the couch completely naked now my legs slightly spread. Kai grabbed the thick suction cup dildo from the drawer. It was one of my biggest ones, veiny and realistic with a fat head. He stuck it firmly to the coffee table right in front of the camera. “Get on it Luna. Ass up facing the lens first so they can see how wet that cunt already is.” I crawled over on shaky knees, my face burning. “Kai my voice is going to crack, they will hear it,” I said but I still lowered myself over the thick toy.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

My breath burns my lungs. I am here, sitting like a criminal. When I am the one who has been destroyed. I lower my eyes to my wrists. The red mark of the handcuffs. The chafed skin. I grit my teeth. Don't cry. Not yet. But it's stronger than me. I tremble. And the tears come. — Damn it… I close my eyes. But it flows anyway. I cry, I cry for real. I am not like her, Cassandre is a manipulator. I cry because I know: I know that I fell into her trap.

I was about to click the close button when another ad appeared. What was with this preview? It was narking. Another group of women, this one was more daring than the previous one. One was pinching her nipple through the thin camisole she was wearing. Cam girls. Huh! One preview that caught my attention though. A cam girl was licking a chocolate spread from the cucumber. Seriously, a cucumber? I burst into laughter. Doesn’t she own a spoon? But I was not so daft not to know what cucumber represented. Jesus!

What an odd way to go about things. She decided not to take the hand he was offering her. Anxious not to embarrass Cameron too much, Gerald shook his hand instead, at least so he wouldn’t be left hanging there. “Haha! Who would have thought: Gerald Crawford, the renowned tramp of our year, back in high school… reviled and loathed everywhere he went…” Cameron went on. “Who could have possibly imagined that he might have caught himself such a ravishing beauty of a girlfriend?” As he said this, he shot a meaningful look at one of the other guys back at his table.