Tamara Bass Nude Novels & Stories

“I said close your eyes, little girl.” Tara forgot, but as soon as she did, he rubbed her butt hole and her clit at the same time. “I knew you’d like this. You’re a pleasure beast. I should put your feet over your head to have access to both your holes more easily. You’ll be begging for me to do this soon enough.” Tara lay chained naked to the bed, her nipples restrained in nipple clamps, a chain linking them together, and Cal’s hands were doing things to her clit and ass. Her head thrashed from side to side as she moans.

"Show Daddy what you've got. Show Daddy your love." Talia stopped and stepped back. She was topless already, so she made a show of slowly peeling her pants down, her slightly bubbled butt pointing towards her man. She kicked her clothing away, then sat down on the ground. She lifted herself up with her legs and one arm. With her other hand, she started to masturbate.

From behind, the bottom of her butt peeked out, that meant if she bent over even a little bit, it would show everything. The top was barely there at all. It was just a tiny bra made of thin spaghetti straps that tied behind her back. Only a small strip of black cloth, covered in tiny shiny crystals, hid her nipples. Every time she moved, the little crystals caught the bright afternoon light, drawing all the attention to how naked she really was. She immediately crossed her arms, "Don't look." Tasha's jaw dropped, "Oh, my God." Emma clutched her own chest dramatically, "She's gorgeous."

Zane had Tara pinned naked against the tall living room window, her full breasts pressed flush to the cool glass. Her hard nipples dragged against it with every brutal thrust as he fucked her from behind. His thick cock slammed deep into her cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls with wet, filthy sounds.

“You just simply learn to endure her.” “Her friend is even worse, but I’m sure you already know that.” I nodded, meeting a pair of starlight eyes from across the room. Tamara’s hair hung around her shoulders in a shroud of midnight, the cloths she wore were both practical and sexy. The pants she wore were dark and tight, with a gown of sheer lace over top. A slit in the gown revealed the pants beneath, paired with a corset that lifted her breasts.

Azaria lay her head down on the grass and slowly shedded the blanket completely, stretching her arms out wide, like she was making a snow angel. Tammy took a sharp breath in and stared at her naked, spread-eagled body like something out of a movie. His eyes were almost navy blue, and she enjoyed the reaction she saw in them. He lowered his head, nuzzled her cleavage and licked down her tummy, stopping at the little thatch of hair above her clit. “Can I?” he asked. “I insist,” Azaria replied saucily and settled in like a cat getting comfortable.

She’s not sure what the whole deal is with marble but the bathroom is covered in it too, and the bathtub is the same size as the hot tub. She sags in relief when she sees the separate shower in the corner, upon closer look the shower’s already stocked and there’s bath bombs by the tub. Amir comes in behind her, grabbing her bag and tossing it, “come on.” Tasha double takes as Amir passes her, her boyfriend completely naked, how did he do that so fast? Come to think of it Amir hadn’t been wearing that much clothing this morning anyway. “Did you bring pajamas?” She calls to Amir who snorts.

Moments later some females were back with Tamara dragged behind them. She looked around her with big frightened eyes and then froze after seeing me. I took off my clothes as I walked toward her. She flinched away when she saw me stand naked in front of her. I looked at the shaken body of the small woman in front of me and narrowed my eyes. There were some faint bruises on her arms and naked thighs. I turned around to give her brother a threat filled look before focusing on my mate. “Please don’t do this right in front of them. It was one thing having a doctor checking me in private and doing this right in front of everybody, please I beg you.”

Mildew tinged the scent. And then we saw her. Tamara on the bare floor. Curled in on herself. Like she was trying to disappear into the sheets. Her hair spilled across her face. Tangled. Unbrushed. Her skin looked thinner than it should have been. Too light under the dim cabin light. Jenna froze. Then whispered. Almost like she didn’t trust her voice. “Mara…” Tamara’s head shifted slightly. Her eyes landed on Jenna. Something changed immediately. She moved fast. Too fast. A blur of motion.

I didn't know, hell, I didn't even know why I suddenly became a curious stalker! I clicked Tamara's username then her profile showed. Her exact name is Tamara Davis. I viewed her pictures. She, like Celyn, mostly focused on food and travel in her photography. There were pictures of her with her gang and pictures of her with her two best friends. I clicked a solo photo of her which was taken on some expensive-looking beach and she was only wearing a red two-piece bikini. The photo was taken just last year so it wasn’t that old, tho.