Shana Cohen Nude Novels & Stories

“And find something useful to do with yourself.” Hanna slowly stood up, her eyes gleaming with a different kind of fire now. She began pulling off her clothes right there in the middle of my study, the fabric sliding down her body until she stood completely naked. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already hardening in the cool air, her waist slim, hips curving invitingly, and between her thighs, her shaved pussy on full display. She had a nice body—tight, toned from hours at the gym and expensive treatments. Any other man would have been rock hard instantly.

Shana: “I’M FREE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN TAKE MY MIND OFF SAKS UNTIL MONDAY MORNING.” Me: “OH, MY LADY, I HAVE A CONCERT PLANNED.” Shana: “A CONCERT? WHAT BAND?” Me: “IT’S A PRIVATE SHOW. VERY INTIMATE.” Shana: “WHAT CLOTHES SHOULD I PACK?” Me: “NOT NECESSARY. NUDE VENUE.” (Smile emoji) Shana: “THEN I’M PACKED!” (Blushing smile emoji)

A shiver raced along Shannon's spine and her skin tingled as the image of masculine hands on her body played out in her mind. "Promises, promises," she teased, startled at her growing audacity. "I want to know you're naked," he reminded her. She untucked the towel from under her arm and tossed it aside. The cool air on her nipples drew them into hard points and cream flooded her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together as the walls of her vagina fluttered in hungry need. "I'm naked now." "Good. Did you get yourself off last night?" "Yes." "Before or after you looked at the web sites?"

Shanna said, and turned her head back to the hallway as though she could see around the corner and down the hallway if she tried hard enough. “Shanna – ” “I mean, I’ve seen bigger, but not attached to a bod like that – ” “Shanna – ” “I mean, not outside of pornos, anyway – ” “SHANNA, would you please stop talking about his thing?” I hissed. “I’m not talking about his thing, I’m talking about his cock,” she said, relishing my discomfort. “Then just stop talking, okay?” She belly-flopped on her bed and then grinned at me like we were at a sleepover. “What’d you do with him?” she asked as she doubled her pillow under her chin to prop up her head.

But of course, my dumbass brother let his d*ck lead the way. A mental image of her in that red bikini popped into my head. That tiny bottom barely covered her. Her creamy, bouncy ass on full display. Damn. I felt myself getting hard again. Claire’s body was a f*cking masterpiece. I wouldn’t be surprised if those creeps on the internet downloaded every pic. Yeah, just like you did? You even stalked her socials and jacked off to her photos, you perv. “Hey,” Shana whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe. Her fingers traced circles on my chest. I didn’t even realize she had unbuttoned my shirt.

Cassian let his pyjamas slide to his knees, his massive cock springing free, thick and veined, his swollen crown glistening with pre-cum and the juices from my pussy. He fisted the base once, then lined himself up with Shana’s dripping hole. Shana moaned like a slut before he even touched her. And then, with one brutal thrust, Cassian buried himself into her, his cock plunging her to the hilt. Her scream echoed in the study, high-pitched and obscene. My heart thudded, and my thighs pressed together. Shame burnt me raw, but I still watched. “You’re welcome to watch,” Shana sneered, her voice dripping with loathing, her smile twisted as if every breath of mine disgusted her.