Katie Garfield Nude Novels & Stories

A man said as he caresses Katie's face using his filthy hand. "HMMMM!! HMMMM! HMMMMM!!" Oh my gosh, Katie! Wake up! Wake up! Somebody please help us! "Yeah? The cousin of that fucking celebrity. And that bitch is a photographer. I guess we're fortunate today." Then they laughed. They were armed. Guns, knives, metal bats, pocket knives, and huge metal tubes. My knees lose its ableness to stand. Someone blocked my view. I stared at him, terrified. And without thinking twice, he ripped the dress I was wearing. Revealing my chest, but not bare.

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.

Elena was out of her mind, for she had just sent the president her nude photo, lying on the bed only on a red garter. He was more amazed than shocked. He never expected her to go this far. Now he was sure... Nico had just met a stubborn match. And this one wouldn't cry in the backseat of his car.

He appeared to be watching the big-screen TV, but one of his hands toyed between the brunette’s thighs. Richard cleared his throat, and the petite blonde rolled startled from the mattress and looked up at him, doe-eyed, nipples accusing him pertly. He saw the tiny sweet pea bouquet tattooed just above her shaved genitals and felt his face flush. “Company, Tom,” she said. “Richie,” slurred Truitt, “there you are. Get in here. Guess what?” “Um, Katie’s disappeared, Tom,” Richard said shakily. “I need—”

moaned Kathy looking dazedly up at my womanfriend. Kathy stared open mouthed at Naomi’s nakedness as she squatted over her, the junior woman’s gaze fixing for some seconds on her smoothly shaved pussy, a bit of a rarity in those days. I got my own clothes off as I watched Naomi work her way down the buttoned front of Kathy’s dress then part the fabric to reveal her slim body, now covered only by an erotically youthful choice of underwear, a white cotton bra speckled with tiny red love hearts and matching knickers.

“A clothes rail. It’s filled with different clothes. Dresses, silk pieces, casual wear all arranged in my size.” Katie exhaled slowly, a knowing smile forming. “That man doesn’t do things halfway, does he?” Cleopatra’s fingers tightened slightly at the thought, though her expression remained calm. “No. He doesn’t.” “Before I forget,” Katie said, opening her drawer and retrieving a stack of documents. The papers were placed carefully on the table between them, the soft sound of paper against wood breaking the silence. She smiled. “Congratulations on becoming a model.” Cleopatra blinked. “What? So soon?”

She drew her iPad out and showed me a picture. At first, I didn't get what she was showing me, it seemed as though a girl was sleeping in a big bag. Then I peered in close and realized it was Katie. She was wearing a plain White T-shirt and her regular fat jeans that usually swallowed up the rest of her body effortlessly. She was dozing off hugging a bottle of expensive wine. Then Melissa swiped.

“I should be going. You two should talk. I'll be back after you agreed with the date.” Tita Mildred heads for the door and leave. I saw the portraits near the couch were slightly uncovered. I hurried towards it and fully exposed the paintings. I was shocked to see all the nude paintings. And all of it has my face! “What the hell is this all about?!” I yelled at Gian. “I can explain, Chy!” I struck him on his chest. What an asshole! “Are you a satyromaniac?! Why do you paint me nude?” “No! I didn’t do that?!”

He slowly walked over to Katy. "You still want to continue our game?" The guard asked. Katy Emerlinda didn't answer. She took off her clothes again and then laid her naked body on the bed. The bodyguard started touching Katty's body. His hands played rough on Katty's chest. Katty started sighing and groaning while screaming every now and then as the bodyguard's fingers played on the lower part of her stomach.

Cindy’s emotions were running so high that her face had gone pale, yet she had no choice but to follow Elaine onto the stage. The atmosphere grew tense as Elaine opened the press conference and asked for Cindy’s nude photos to be displayed again. In each photo, the men’s faces were different—there were two or three of them—but the woman in every picture was Cindy. The woman’s back in the photos was clear and unmarked. When the reporters saw the photos, some spoke up: