Kristen Hancher Nude Novels & Stories

Gretchen gasped when they got to the doorway to the bedroom and saw Susan from behind as she lay on top of Zach in a 69, her pussy gaping open, her long inner lips hanging down dripping beads of pussy juice as Zach sucked on her pussy and she sucked on his cock, cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. "Would you like to join us?" Krista asked as she sat down on the bed and leaned back on her elbows, bringing her feet up and spreading them apart to reveal her open pussy. "I'd love to," Gretchen said, quickly stripping, her smaller breasts standing upright, her pale nipples hard nubs on the ends.

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

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.”

It's wonderful to laugh every once in a while. "I'm really hungry and don't know where the cafeteria is," Cristine pouted childishly as she rubbed her tummy. Cristine still has moments when she acts like a child. Hannah hugs Cristine unexpectedly, surprising her, and she responds with a backtap. Did Cristine think Hannah would fall in love with her? Cristine is a certified narcissist who believes that she will make everyone fall in love with her. Hannah sniffed gratefully and murmured, "Thank you so much, Cristine." Did she shed a tear? It was a bit of an exaggeration, but you can't blame everyone for being affected. You aren't them.

While the drinking continued, some of the dares started getting wilder. Dana blushed horribly as her friend Kirsten lifted hershirt over her head, showing off her bare 32B cup breasts, pink nipples pointing straight out. Turning her head a little, to ignore it as Kristen's equally drunk on and off boyfriend Mike groped her titties, she noticed that Brad also wasn't really watching the show. Instead, he was looking at her. In fact, he was smiling at her now... smiling back a little, she quickly lowered her eyes and looked elsewhere.

he muttered as he zoomed in. What he saw there made him gasp and his eyes widen. Christine's lower body was covered by a thin sheet, which was unusual in and of itself. Normally, even in the heat of summer, she used a thick blanket. Very plainly, he could see her right hand in between her legs while her left hand was at her breast. It made him a bastard, but he got up from his chair and quickly shut the door to his cave. When the door was shut, no one came in, and he knew that he wanted this to be an absolutely private performance.

Tony opens our door and I go in first, pulling my shirt off as he locks the door. I know how to get the truth from my mate, and I plan to. “That’s fine,” I unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground. Tony comes to rush me, and I hold my hands up. “You get these and this,” I remove my pants and panties, “when you explain Zach’s over reaction to Krista waiting to use Lynn.” Tony is staring at my naked body, drooling. So easy.

She wanted more than I expected I would ever be able to give her. Something landed on my raised knee and I lifted my gaze slightly, frowning at the grey material that now rested there. It took entirely too long for reality to sink in but as soon as it did my head snapped up, eyes searching. Hannah stood topless, her large perfectly round breasts covered only by thin lace, her flat flawless stomach on display as she reached for the button on her worn jeans. “What are you doing?” The horror in my voice was unmistakable as I stared at her, her perfect curves, her creamy skin, her long dark hair. She needed to cover the fuck up now, before I did something we would likely both regret.

Christine thought. Christine masters a complexion of loosely attached energy. At that point, she could visualize. She could feel herself on wet bedding. Her bones rattled as she urged her body to cooperate. She supported herself with one elbow and raises her head merely. An outrageous sight reflected on her pupils. Her body was naked. Her legs spread apart and her body lazily rested in a pool of blood. She blinked severally to affirm her sight sense. Now it dawned on her. Her hymen had been ripped off. Her waist had a surging pain that couldn’t withstand the pressure and weight of scrupulous greedy desires of a person at that time. She fell on her back.

While I began sopping up more cum than I'd made since I was a teenager, I heard Sandy say, "We need to get in the shower, sweetie. My hubby will be getting home in a half hour, and he'll wonder where I am." Holly unhooked Sandy's bra, and she let it fall to the floor, freeing her large tits to hang naturally. They didn't droop, but rather just settled down so that anyone looking could tell there was some good, honest sexual mass there. Sandy's great tits were the real McCoy! Holly then unfastened the garter belt's fasteners, and let it drop, peeling Sandy's stockings inside-out as it went to the floor, as well. Sandy stepped out of her heels, and the two completely naked women moved to a spo