Softball Nude Novels & Stories

"What if someone comes?" Caroline laughed. "Who? Our friends are away. Mom's at work." She shrugged. "Take a chance, bro." She fixed him with a look. "You want to see me naked? Fine, but I have to see you naked, too. A special offer which might never be repeated, to celebrate National Nude Day." Carl stared at her. "Okay," he said slowly. "It's a deal." "Great," said Caroline, throwing the newspaper down and springing lithely to her feet. She opened her robe to reveal her bikini. "I'll go and dump this in my room. See you in the pool." She grinned. "Don't forget to move the van!"

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

I am grateful for the bottle not landing on me, my family wouldn't be happy to see my naked pics all over the internet. The game continued as it became more and more R rated. Not that I had a problem with it since most of the girls where shirtless and only in their bras. I even saw one of them make out with another girl which was hot. The bottle landed once only on me and I had to take out my shirt which I saw some girls drooling at my naked chest which was well defined and sculpted since I work out a lot during my free time.

He also whined seeing how deep the tack has wounded her. "I'm going to shift, you don't mind my nakedness, right," he said and began to lick her paws to clear the blood gushing out of them. "Fuck! I don't care!" Aurora growled at him. "Fine. I think you also have to shift too," Sage muttered and Aurora shrieked. "What did you just say? Whoops," She grumbled when Sage shifted back to human. She tried so hard to move her gaze but she was already drawn to his athletic body.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

The moment Alex closed the door behind them, Sophia was already peeling off the warmup jacket and yanking her soaked sports bra over her head. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, bouncing heavily with the motion. Her dark pink nipples were rock-hard, stiff peaks begging for attention. In seconds she was left wearing nothing but a tiny white thong and ankle socks, her curvy, toned body on full display in the dim light filtering through the rain-streaked windows. She looked incredible…thick in all the right places, with a soft yet athletic build that made Alex’s cock throb painfully in his shorts.

“Take everything off. Slow.” Sofia peeled off her tank top and shorts, no bra, no panties underneath. She was already aching. Marcus looked her up and down, eyes dark. “Look at you. Nineteen years old with a body like that. And you’re giving it to a man old enough to be your father. Fucking filthy.”

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

Carla asked with a serious face while staring me. "Yeah bro, Do you have issues with Nun or what? I mean you can't tell us you got another Nun who looked like the lady from last night." Peter quarried. "She obviously doesn't look like the lady from last night. What going on? I thought we meant to look for the whore who stole those documents not get back at your issues with Nun." "I don't have any issues with them.... except from the one I got in captivity." I said sharply. "This making it two now." Peter added.

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.