Sara Kobayashi Nude Novels & Stories

Beth said. "Not. Sherri." "Fine then," Beth laughed. "If she isn't up to your standards, try Sara Eriksen then, for all I care!" That brought me up short. Sara was up to my standards. Sara was up to Brad Pitt's standards. With her willowy body, round hips, broad shoulders, naturally viking blonde hair, and big, bouncy tits that she invariably refused to encase in a bra, I was sure that Sara was the number one student instigator of nocturnal emissions among the school's population. But the image of her in my mind wasn't what brought me up short. I paused because I realized that I was thinking about it... thinking about it like it was even a remote possibility.

Mark wore black trunks low on his hips, the outline of his thick cock already visible, the silver piercing glinting through the fabric when he moved. The water sparkled under the sun. Sarah dropped her towel first. “Skinny dip. Come on, Lila. It’s just us.” She untied her top, letting her heavy breasts bounce free, nipples already hard from the breeze. Then she slid the bottoms down, stepping out of them. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips plump and pink. She dove in, surfacing with a laugh. “Your turn.”