Rachel Specter Nude Novels & Stories

Give her some beautiful truths to thank her for the gift of herself. 'Who knew you were such a poet? You're normally led around by your cock, you horny dog.' I countered in my mind, knowing my wolf was right even if I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Rachel had passed me by -maybe she was being pushed to go faster by our daughter who would share her hunger- to explore the refrigerator. I allowed myself to admire her round ass as she bent over in nothing more than my shirt and her underwear; I spared a second to think I might be a horny dog myself now.

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

Kayla bit her lip hard, one hand unconsciously rubbing her own thigh. Rachel didn’t wait. She yanked my shorts down to my knees in one rough motion, exposing my glistening, shaved pussy to the entire room. I gasped, instinctively trying to close my legs, but she hooked her thick thighs around mine and spread me wide. “Look how fucking pretty she is,” Rachel growled to the girls, her voice low and filthy. She rubbed my swollen clit in slow, teasing circles while her other hand shoved my shirt up, palming my tits. “Been hiding this needy little cunt from me for two years. Never again.”

Despite the increasing desire to glare at him, I simply smirked which I could see, drove him madder with how red his neck and face turned. Like a fucking tomato! Dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a red crop top, Rachel, one of our team mates walked up to my window. She looked gorgeous as always with her well-fitted clothes. She put on a show as she removed her crop top revealing a black bra underneath it. The bystanders cheered her on. She perched down low to rest her arms against the frame of the wide opened window. She was the only girl in our gang who understood racing and knew how to race and truthfully speaking, she had both the brain and the beauty, unlike Sophie.

They seemed to be having a heated discussion about something and I kind of wanted to hear it. "You know I love you Mike", she touched his chest in an attempt to clutch his sexual hormones. "You know what we are up against. Do you think Rachael is dead? She isn't that easy to destroy and you know it more than anyone", Mike replied to her as he threw her hand away. "Rachael Snyder is an outcast. No outcast just dies solo. I know what I am saying, if she's dead I would know immediately.", Mike added. Just then Kelly spotted me. I knew I had to jump off or do something better before her curiosity was piqued but I was afraid of death. Kelvin wasn't all Mr nice, he would probably leave me to fall

This was unbelievable. "Whatever you girls want," Rachael said, "strip!" Even as she said so she was quickly taking off all of her remaining clothes, slipping off her jeans, panties, and revealing her clean-shaven pussy. The other girls were quickly undressed as swell and soon the three of them were sitting on the couch naked. Rachael beckoned each of them to get closer. Soon their legs were touching. Rachael put one hand in between each of their legs and gently flicked her wrists. Both instinctively spread their legs. Rachael looked over at Tess and saw that she too was clean shaven. The smell of their hot, wet pussies was in the air now and it was intoxicating.

Howard sputtered, “Even if you stand naked in front of me, I wouldn’t want to touch you!” Rachel told herself that it was pointless trying to talk sense into Howard, given the current situation. However, she couldn’t stand how arrogant that bastard was. His pride and arrogance would be unbridled if left unchecked. Rachel finally couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Howard," she sneered mockingly, "do you still think you’re a normal man, like you were before? I can’t believe you were fantasizing about me being naked. It doesn't matter who's standing naked before you—I'm afraid you wouldn’t be able to get it up, no matter how hard you try.”

She went straight to his private room in the studio carrying the food she was able to grab on her way here. She is baffled by the sounds coming from inside the room, a mix of muffled moan and panting accompanied by something banging against something, the door was left unlock the sign says "Don't disturb was written on it. She open the door and saw two person, a man sitting in a director's chair naked from his torso down and a woman fully naked sitting on his lap riding on the man sitting down. Their moans and panting was deafening in Rachel's ears, she grasp in embarrassment. But she was shocked when the two person turn their heard in her direction.

At that moment, Kira untied the belt of her black coat. Underneath, she wore nothing but a shaping bodysuit. It was a tight black piece, her curves fully revealed. Rachel’s fingers tightened around the stair railing, her knuckles turning pale. “Tim, how dare you look!” Rachel thought. … The shock that struck Tim was far from minor. A female friend of more than twenty years suddenly throwing all dignity aside, standing nearly naked in front of him. Anger flickered in his eyes. “Kira, I asked you to come to my house to act, not to go for an award-winning performance.”

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”