Sara Underwood Nude Pics Novels & Stories

Sarah and Rena Gasped. “Excuse me Luna but could you remove your bottoms as well. It seems It extends lower than your waist.” I took off my pants. Fully nude in front of them felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing my scars were in full view. She took a picture for me and told me that I could dress. She handed me my phone and I was shocked.

"It will be fine once he sees the pictures. It's just... he wouldn't be okay seeing it up close." Camille nodded. "I see," she said. "So, what do you think you want to try and do today?" she asked. Sara looked around nervously at Duncan, and then back at Camille. "We're first just going to get some nude stills of you two in various poses and we can see where we go from there, okay?" she asked. Duncan smiled and nodded, as did Sara. He turned and looked Sara over while she was briefly talking about the STD test that she'd had to get before she was allowed to come film and Camille was answering her questions.

As Sara crawled through the desk, she could see the tight, short pencil skirt that Ms Haywood was wearing. She obviously wasn't wearing any underwear and Sara could smell the fresh scent of semen on her legs. Someone had recently fucked her before class or more accurately, someone had fucked her thighs.

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

Sara, blonde and curvy, drops her bottoms. Her shaved pussy lips show pink. Lena, athletic with short hair, goes last. Her ass cheeks flex as she bends to lay her towel. They sit in a circle. Beers pass around. Laughter fills the air. Alex eyes Mia's tits. She catches him. Smiles. 'Like what you see?' she asks. He nods. Ben scoots closer to Sara. His hand brushes her thigh. She doesn't pull away. Lena watches. Her hand drifts to her own pussy. Fingers trace the slit lightly.

Before I knew it she had my shirt off and was wriggling out of her clothes. Sara crawled up my body and settled her crotch on my head. She ground her sex against my mouth, the pressure so great it felt like my jaw was going to dislocate. In desperation I tongued her clit hard and she came with a shudder, drenching me in her juices. I bathed her with long licks from the very bottom of her cunt up to the hard nub of her clit. Sara relaxed and gently rode my face to several more orgasms. When she was finished she knelt beside me and licked my face. "Can I touch you?" Sara asked meekly as I stood by the bed tucking in my shirt. I nodded and she reached out with a tentative hand to feel my crotch

With my arms splayed on the couch and my right hand holding my glass of bourbon, I spread my legs for Sara. “I have had a hectic day…” I begin, bringing the glass of bourbon to my lips as I empty the glass and reach forward to set it on the coffee table. “Why don’t you get to work?” Sara smirks, a vibrant and seductive smirk as she licks her bottom lip at my erection. She reaches for the zip at the corner of her dress and slowly pulls it down, dragging the dress down her body and to her ankles as she steps out of it.

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

The taller one stood behind her, pressing the barrel of his gun lightly against her lower back. “Strip,” the taller one ordered. Sarah’s hands trembled as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her full breasts. She hesitated, then slid her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She stood completely naked , 32 years old, curvy, soft in all the right places, her nipples already hardening from fear and the cool air. Mark’s eyes were wide with horror. “Sarah… baby, you don’t have to, ”