Krystal Stanley 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

Regardless of what she or her agency had planned to say, everyone was sure about one thing: Crystal James has reached the end of her career. The scandal in question was a number of nude photos released online via a gossip website with the headline: “The Promiscuous Crystal James: The Truth Behind Her Rise to Stardom”, which revealed that the celebrity allegedly performed sexual favors in exchange for better roles and other opportunities. Upstairs in one of Azure Entertainment’s many makeup rooms, Crystal sat calmly as her makeup artist prepared her for the press conference. Her calm and stoic expression hid the turbulent storm in her heart. “Nervous?” A rich voice emerged from behind her.

After drying her hair, Xyla applied skincare products on her face before returning to the bedroom. By then, Stanley was sitting at the head of the bed. He was holding his laptop, working. Stanley wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Wearing a loose-fitting, black silk robe, a large part of his chest was showing. There were scratch marks and love bites all over his body. Although he was wearing glasses, he still seemed like the typical ‘bad guy’ that women liked. Regardless of how many times Xyla had seen him, her heart still raced for him.

"Well, what are you considered?" I asked, curious to understand Krystal's role in Tank's world. She shrugged. "He calls me 'his girl'. But let me make it clear, I am definitely not a club whore. I won't spread my legs for anyone other than the man I'm dating." A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "Although," she added, "Tank has this friend named Raptor who is ridiculously hot. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of him."

"You're done with the shower? Then can you show me the crystal pendant now?" Jessica, barefoot on the expensive carpet, looked at Stanley's striking, handsome face. "Is the crystal pendant all that matters to you? What about the person who owns it, huh? Don't I look beautiful to you?" With a teasing smile, she unbuttoned the shirt. It slid off her smooth, pale skin and onto the carpet below. She stepped closer to Stanley, her small hand resting on his firm chest. "Stanley, Wendy said you've been feeling restless lately. Is that true? Why haven't you come to me?"

Without warning, they flipped over with Lucas now beneath Krystal, his dick remaining inside her. She sat upright, revealing her full naked view to Lucas. Seductively, she placed his hands on her tits to play with. And like a master, she rode on his dick slowly and seductively. Lucas moaned and groaned and growled, almost becoming voiceless. Krystal continued riding, increasing pace as she too was lost in pleasure and ecstasy. She hipped and hopped on his dick, driving him crazy. He was close to orgasm, his dick grew bigger inside her cunt, and she could feel it.

She guess not. But if there's one thing Krystal is expert in terms of anatomy, is she has spent all her life touching bodies of models. From her apprenticeship at Milan and her internship with Martha Leatherfern, Krystal has seen a lot of body. All body types. And all types of shape to know if a women is just bloated or swollen from carbs. Or if they're pregnant and needed to be replaced –it's not common, but has happened a few times, and Krystal always sends her apology though it's not her fault the models got pregnant– still.

After a few seconds, Kris suddenly turned the phone towards her, his eyes blazing as he raged, “Are you still going to deny it?” Thalassa felt shock ripple through her as she stared at the picture on the phone screen. It was a picture of her sitting naked on top of another man, and they appeared to be having sex.

I froze. He was dressed in only a partially buttoned white shirt, his chiseled chest and toned abs on full display. A silver chain glinted against his skin, and his low-hanging boxers revealed more than I was prepared to see. My cheeks burned as my gaze dropped to the ground. “Evening,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible. Stanley leaned casually against the doorframe, his piercing amber eyes boring into me. A smirk tugged at his lips, and he looked me over as though I were some insignificant object.

Krystina's POV "Damn you, Stavros!" I grit out frustratedly. If he thinks he can get away from me, sure he is nuts. I'm not just someone to messed with. No other girl who can love him the way I did. I'll do anything to win him, come what may! My eyes involuntarily darted to my phone. I took like five photos of him lying naked except his boxers on. He looks completely wasted. Then, few photos of me and him together. My head leaning on his chest and other position.