Sarah Connor Nude Novels & Stories

I clued into the rest of her outfit, a skimpy little string thong that just barely covered her pussy and didn't fully cover the trimmed strip of ginger bush above it. "God damn," Matt said. "Fuck," Tom said. "Um," I said, blinking. "Wow," Nicole said, then seemed to wake up from her own shock. "You really, really got that dare right, Sarah." "Sluuuuut," Miranda crowed. "I can see your- fuck, your everything." "You like?" Sarah asked, posing with her hands on her nearly-bare waist, making a pouting kiss face while pushing her chest out.

Sara had this dark gaze on, her mouth wild open, eyes closed obviously in ecstasy, as this man whomever he was sucked on her nipples and held her neck slightly. Even though the sheets were bunched so he couldn’t really see their nakedness, what he was staring at was unbelievable. Sara on all fours, with her partner grabbing her hair wide. Sara with her legs wide open on the man’s shoulders, her hands on her mouth with her eye closed still as the person continued to fuck her. One thing Christian noticed in all these photos was that Sara had her eyes closed in every single one of them, her mouth open and she was clearly enjoying what this person was doing to her.

Connor's face brightened, and he smiled widely as if he was ecstatic to see me. "Don't touch him! It annoys me," I said. "Take it easy, sweetheart. Your cousin and I were just talking," Connor smirked. "Talking? More like canoodling!" I declared. "Canood...what?" Sarah looked like her eyes will pop out of her sockets. "I think I'm going to take Anya home," Connor stood up and held me. "Wait...are you two dating!" Sarah exclaimed. "Just beocuz we arezn't dating doesn't mean you can have him," I slurred.

"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.

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.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Jake responded while concentrating on the worst of his feelings. Connery spent several minutes following the link he had discovered. It was also a powerful one. He flinched as an image of someone exploded in his thoughts. A gorgeous young woman with clear, pale skin and dark red hair was bound to a bed. With the intensity of an earthquake, the terror, desperation, and dread in those eyes slammed through Connery.

she says. "Nonsense," my father says "If you’re here, it’s important. Speak." Sarah sighs, stepping fully into the room. Her hands fidget slightly on the tablet. "It's... there's a video going viral right now," she says. My stomach twists. "What kind of video?" Sarah hesitates again. Her eyes move between us. "It's... Lina. And Emily." Daniel's brow furrows. "Wait — what?" My heart slams against my ribs. "Show us."

Not nervous to sit down because my ass hurt from being spanked by my best friend's older brother while sitting next to her other brother and wondering if he spanked as well as his twin. Willingly, his feet followed me. Although I wasn't stupid, I could see him staring back at Kane and Conny! I understood why, of course. I had heard the rumours about Conny hooking up Knox before he left. Conny had told anyone who would listen how Knox had chased her, seduced her and made her lover's promises about how when he got back from training, they could pick up where they left off. She was beautiful, with her deep brown eyes and long wavy hair that framed her tanned skin and pretty face. Topped off wit