Rachel Cannon Nude Novels & Stories

I raised my glass, got up unsteadily, and exclaimed with a smile, "Congratulations on losing your virginity today, Ms. Mead! How can we not celebrate such a memorable occasion?" Rachel furrowed her brow, her eyes brimming with irritation. "Have you had enough, Charlie? I've already told you—nothing happened between Quentin and me!" I cocked my head to look at her, my gaze sweeping across the suggestive hickeys covering her entire body. Rachel glared at me, flushed with both anger and embarrassment. "You ought to stop projecting your dirty thoughts onto other people, Charlie. Quentin and I have a strictly professional superior-subordinate relationship!" No sooner had she spoken than Quentin s

But the thought of police, fingerprints, a record… She couldn’t afford that. Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra. Then her jeans, stepping out of them until she stood in just her underwear. Mr. Kane’s gaze moved over her , slow, deliberate. “Everything.” Riley’s hands shook as she unhooked her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Then she slid her panties down, stepping out of them. She was completely naked in the small changing room, arms instinctively crossing over her chest.

“Go ahead. I have copies saved in multiple places. One email to your husband and your boss and this whole perfect life you have blows up. So here’s the deal. You’re going to do exactly what I say, or everyone sees what a cheating slut you really are.” She was breathing fast, eyes wet. I could see her hands shaking. “What do you want?” she asked quietly. I leaned back. “Take your top off. Right now.” Rachel stared at me for a long moment, then slowly pulled her tank top over her head. Her tits were perfect, a full C-cups with small pink nipples already hard. She covered them with her arms. “Drop your shorts too. And don’t cover up.” She stood up, pushed her pajama shorts and panties down in o

He wholeheartedly apologises while Rachel gazed at everyone fiercely. Her original intention was to explode in anger at all of them. “well....he does know how to act quick” she spoke to herself in a hushed tone. Her first set of shoots were nude pictures were she was oddly naked. She crossed her left arm over her breast and presses unto them tightly. Her fair rounded breast peaked at everyone as her hand only covered the nipples and areolas. “More glitter” The photographer instructed at the top of his voice. A lady runs towards the naked model who was already looking famished from the numerous poses,she applies the Maybelline glittering foundation on her breast and scampers out of sight.

Rick pursed his lips and shrugged as he said, “I’m just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m nothing more than a petty thief. Don’t blame me for that. Why don’t you let me go?” Rachel held the cherry blossom pistol with both hands. The muzzle of the gun pointed to the side as she said coldly, “Cut the crap and get over there!” Helpless, Rick raised his arms and walked slowly to the bathtub. Rachel followed with a wicked smile on her face and said, “Take off your clothes.” “Take off my clothes?” Rick was shocked. With a surprised look on his face, he said, “Beautiful, I'm not the kind of person you think. Don’t you think it’s a little too fast for me to take off my clothes now? We should

she gasped, her nails scratching his back. Mr. Thompson’s eyes flashed with hunger. "Come for me, Rachel," he urged, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. Rachel’s body tensed, and with a cry, she shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that left her trembling.

Nathan had only ever been rattled by two women in his life. One. Anna. Two. Rachel. He had found her Rachel’s actions quite entertaining. He always loved a good challenge. He looked at his hard pulsating arousal. Fuck! He wrapped his hand around him and began to stroke himself. He thought about his cock buried in her clit. He stroke harder. He thought about his hand wrapped round her neck. He thought about blindfolding her. No. Not blindfolds. He wanted her to see him. He increased his pace and finally released after a while. He had been taken quite a number of cold showers lately, he definitely needed one now. Rachel could not still believe she did that. She was so ready to beg, she had wan

She kept shut and pinned herself to the door again, being careful not to miss a single word from their conversation. “Now, that is a heart trenching pose. Damn!” she heard Omarion say. “Open your legs wide apart…let me get the perfect shot of your pussy” Omarion said. Rachael’s heart pounded in heavy beats as she heard him clearly. She could not settle with the fact that Omarion was now fucking Isis…even taking her nudes to keep on his phone. If he had wanted nudes, she could provide better ones. Racheal was furious.

She loved kissing, groping, and sucking Rachel's big tits, but when Rachel tried to go down on her, Isabella gently put on the brakes. She was more than happy, though, to join my wife in worshipping my cock together — their tongues and lips working in perfect harmony. Before she left, I took some incredibly hot nude photos of her, including a few of her and Rachel posing naked side by side, their bodies pressed close. Rachel had shared stories from our decade of swinging, and Isabella confessed she dreamed of finding a man who would happily share her with other lovers.

I don't know where my mum got the bathing suit that Rachel had on, but I guarantee that she never wore it. The tiny triangles that had barely managed to cover her nipples were yellow, but the suit was piped in turquoise. There were small turquoise bows on her hips and at the top of her ass. More than a handful of that perfect ass was exposed, and I knew my cock was visibly hard in my swimming trunks. She tugged on one side of the top and nearly popped out of the other. "Fucking hell," Adrian groaned. Rachel bit her lip, "I know, does it look terrible?"