Nora Fawn Nudes Novels & Stories

My hands shot up over my ears. "You're so fucking disturbed it's not even funny." "Women would kill for what you have. Chris fuckin' Reed at your disposal and all those endless fucking session we could have." He snickered, stretching his hands above his head to show off the rest of his body. I could not help my eyes from roaming over his muscles and slowly eyeing the waistband of his sweats.

I sat there, naked, humiliated, and burning with enough shame to carry me through the rest of the year. I sat there a moment too long, and suddenly, something in me went reckless. I picked up my phone, angled it, and took some pictures... Legs spread, spine curved, fingers trailing where his mouth should have been. I took a second picture with my back arched, thighs parted, and one hand grazing my inner thigh. I took one with my lip caught between my teeth, my eyes half-closed, and my fingers twisted in my own hair like I was already coming undone.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

“Show me.” Nora held his gaze as she slowly pushed her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing tights. Her plain cotton underwear was visibly damp at the center. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and dragged them down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. Then she spread her knees slightly on the edge of the table. Cassian’s fist tightened around his cock.

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.