Lois Hamilton Nude Novelas e Histórias

Whisper the dirty things we would do to her while we fucked the shit out of each other. I paused at the door and watched Charlotte stand up from her chair and stretch. She raised her arms over her head, pushing her huge tits out. They looked like they were ready to fall out of her skimpy top and I had the brief thought of standing behind her and untying it. Letting it fall away so Jack, who would be in front of her, could... I hurriedly shoved my key in the door and let myself in. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and normally didn't think about it that much. Lately though, my mind had been going down that path quite often. Probably because tomorrow was national nude day,

She then slowly hooked her thumbs through the threadlike material of her thong and pulled it down. Nic watched in awe as she became completely uninhibited. She then shocked the hell out of him, and straddled his lap, completely naked. He was at instant attention. She started to grind her body on top of his. There was something intensely erotic about the fact that he was fully clothed and she was completely nude. And her body...Goddamn, it was beautiful. It was soft and one hundred percent feminine looking...like a young Pam Grier. He had to have her!

Eva's POV. Nicklaus and I stood together, nude, bound together by a strip of gauzy fabric around our legs, I had taken off my towel and I was dripping in shame, the artist peered at us from behind his easel, pallet in hand. We were facing each other, my hands on his chest, his on my hips. The artist wrapped a thin sheet of fabric tightly around our legs, giving him some texture and color to contrast against our skin.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

Heath drawls, just trying to rile her up at this point. “I am not in a mood!” Kimmy sits up and shouts at him. Heath has never considered himself to be a sleaze or a voyer, but he would have to be a dead as a door nail stiff to not let his eyes fall to the temptation suddenly on display that is Kimmy's naked upper body.

“This is just for the commission. No one else will ever see these sketches. It’s you and me. Always.” I bite my lip, cheeks already flaming. I’m twenty-one. I’ve posed for him clothed a hundred times before—summer dresses, cozy sweaters, even swimsuits by the pool. But this… this is different. He needs a nude muse for this big gallery piece, something raw and intimate. And I said yes. Because it’s him. Because some secret, shameful part of me has been aching to be seen by him like this.