Katie Sigmund Nude Novels & Stories

Beneath her gown, Katie Medina, GHS's now-former It girl, was completely and totally naked. It was all of her almost exactly like I, and any hetero male at GHS, had imagined. (And we had all imagined.) A little bit thin, a little bit tall, and every single last piece of her about her just so goddamn cute you wanted to fuck it individually. She was almost the exact midpoint between Tabitha and Taylor. Tall, but not towering. Thin, but not skinny. Dark roots, but the bulk of her dyed pale blonde. Toned, but with all sorts of well-placed curves. Big tits, yet almost exactly one hair shy of being so big they distracted from the rest of her. A habitual smile from a lifetime of people who'd been u

Megan's POV At 8:47am I accidentally sent a full-body nude to my CEO, and I have been quietly dying at my desk for the past three hours. The photo was meant for Kyle — my boyfriend of eight months who usually replies to my nudes with a single thumbs-up emoji like he’s rating a mediocre meal. I had just gotten out of the shower, hair wet, skin still damp. I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, one hand cupping my full breast, the other sliding between my thighs, my pussy lips parted in a soft, needy expression.

I was deprived of breathing but I did not mind. “Fuck,” Xena moaned and shuddered against my face as her cunt juice dripped down all over my face as it trickled down my neck. That was a lot of liquid. “Wow, I came so much,” Xena huskily said as she knelt down in front of me to admire her wet handy work on my face. Before I could reply, Katie and made her way directly in between us. Ans she was naked too. I was surprised at how busty she was despite how small her stature was.

she says, cheeks burning. I push her onto her back, yank the panties off in one motion. She’s completely shaved, lips already puffy and wet. “Look at that,” I say to the camera. “Little sis is soaked for big brother’s cock.” Katie whimpers, “Please be gentle…” I shove my sweatpants down. My cock springs out, thick and already dripping. Chat loses it. > “tip 500 he’s huge” > “tip 1000 wreck her”

“You’re the one who is supposed to hear or see the dead. You see anything?” Katie was quiet. She was breathing in a deep rhythm and unnaturally quiet. She had on a white polo shirt with a green and blue plaid skirt and black tights over her very tight nude outfit. It seemed tighter than usual for her. Her face was almost like it was normal even with the layer of nylon over it. Her wig was in a more natural position rather than more over her eyes as usual. Her lips were outlined so perfectly that it made her look like a statue. Even her nose was outlined so well that there were no gaps in the sheer fabric around it. Somehow Jessica had made such keen adjustments that she looked like herself w

“I mean, none of us are small, and you’re f-king tiny…” “Darling,” Sigrid laughed. “I could throw all three of you across the street without breaking a nail, turn you inside out, make you come and thank me for the pleasure, whilst tearing out your throat with my teeth. Your c-cks, hmm, are pretty playthings,” she guided his hand down, smearing the lube over himself and Tom. “My pretty playthings.” She lifted up onto her knees and met Greg’s eyes. “My pretty playthings,” she told him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down, taking both him and Tom into her c-nt.

I look up and find Katie sitting up in the bed, clasping the blanket to her chest while gawking at me with her mouth hanging open. “Well, good morning.” I grin, enjoying how embarrassed she looks even though I’m the one completely naked. My earlier suspicion is only strengthened by her reaction. “You’ve never seen a man naked, have you?” At my question, her eyes–that have been glued to my dick for the last five seconds–suddenly find a random spot on the wall to look at. “What? Of course, I have,” she quips, swiping some of her tangled-up hair from her face. “I’ve seen plenty of men naked. All kinds of men…”

Katie was at the sink waiting as instructed wearing was she was told to wear - a short skirt barely covering her ass, her tiniest g-string, no bra as her pert 34B cup tits didn't need one and that allowed her big hard nipples to poke through the thin material of the t-shirt she was wearing. She was a good looking MILF with shoulder length blonde hair and a pert peachy round ass, and deep dark eyes that you could easily get lost in.

Colt dismounted like he’d hopped off a buckin’ horse and clapped Kane on the back. “Time for double trouble. I’ll be back.” He stumbled from the room with his bottle. Then Kade noticed not only was Kane naked, he already wore a condom. Jasmine sat up. “You guys really are identical.” Her gaze lingered on Kane’s cock. “In every way.” “Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ hot it is how much you love givin’ and takin’ pleasure? Very few women are so uninhibited. You’re the ultimate fantasy woman.”

If my guess is correct, the files are all of Katie and Casper. I scroll up to the oldest video and quickly open it. Katie’s beautiful but nervous voice flows into the air and hovers around us. “Shane, I just got here. How could I be this sick suddenly and it isn’t going away?” They are in a doctor’s exam room. Katie is exactly how I remember her. Gorgeous. Her long, flowing brown hair cascades over her shoulders while a look of fear dances around in her marble brown eyes. But I don’t see Shane.