Tina Cohen Nude Novels & Stories

“Why don’t we both remove our clothes from the waist up and we can explore each other’s bodies, finding out what we both like, where we like being touched, how we like being touched. What do you think of that?” “That sounds fun,” I say, sitting up. Cohen leans forward, pulling his shirt off. I’ve seen him without his clothes on before. Nudity isn’t something that is unusual in the werewolf world, unless you are one of the youngest daughters to my father and have three older brothers that snarl at anyone that even begins to look at you when you’re naked. So, I’ve seen Cohen naked, but I’m not sure he’s ever seen me naked and this close, I feel embarrassed. But he’s my mate and I want to do th

I peeked inside. Tina was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide. She was completely naked, except for the headphones attached to her mobile that lay next to her. Her breasts were as firm as teenagers and her nipples stood tall. One of her hands was pulling and massaging her nipples one at a time in rhythm to the way she was feeding her pussy with the large black dildo she held in her other hand. "Yes I will be a good girl, I will. Can I cum again for you again please please can I?" she begged.

Tina kept staring at Terri's bald pussy and said, "When Jeff and I get home we are going to shave each other and be bald like you are. I have to keep fluffing the hair on my pussy to make sure its dry so I don't get chaffed and all you had to do was wipe off the water. I also love the look of your bald pussy." Terri smiled and said, "I want you both to come back and show me after you shave. Jeff, since you're taking a couple of days off, how about coming back out here tomorrow?" Jeff looked at Tina before asking, "What do you think honey?" Tiny smiled and said, "I'd love to but tomorrow is Saturday and we had some plans. However if we can get out of them, I'd love to come back out here. I've

He remembered the day he took her picture secretly in the lake house. Like usual, they spent three hours in the lake house trying to finish it. Mira spent thirty minutes, lounging in the front deck with a book in her hands. The sun was shining and she took the chance to work on her tan. Cohen knew she could barely get tanned. She was dressed in his oversized white t-shirt with her legs exposed. Her hair was tied into messy buns, revealing the long scar at the back of her neck. Cohen snapped several pictures of her secretly before resuming his work in the lake house.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, unable to speak. But then, the moment was broken. A door slammed behind us, followed by footsteps and a shrill voice. “Tracy! Why are you showing random girls around like this is some charity tour?” I turned. A girl about my age or maybe younger stood there. Her hair was styled in glossy waves, her nails sharp and painted, her phone clutched in one manicured hand. Her eyes swept over me with disdain before narrowing. “Wait a second…” Her lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “Aren’t you the girl from those nudes? The one who went viral? Cohen’s girl?”

' Gito turned around, intending to go inside and perhaps work from home to get rid of his disappointment, but his gaze was immediately drawn to Tina standing near the door, a 20-something housemaid with sweet dark skin and a simple, slim body. For some reason, the simple clothes Tina was wearing that day—a loose T-shirt and long skirt—were slightly open at the chest, perhaps because the top button had accidentally come undone or because of the wind, revealing her small but seductive cleavage, her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric, making Gito swallow hard.

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.

He then went closer and show some of her shots. The woman got up to look closely, seems not to be bothered with her nakedness, and never tend to grab the sheet and cover her body. ‘Damn, woman!’ He cursed inside his mind. “You did great, Tania. And I think this is enough,’ he said and stood up.

Her hands curled up into fists, and for a moment, as she contemplated yet again the single step she needed to take, her stomach clenched and twisted. Cynthia Cohen was not the kind of woman who didn’t wear underwear. She wasn’t the kind of woman who wore short skirts or knee-high stiletto boots while she was not wearing underwear, and she most certainly was not the kind of woman who wore her metal-studded leather play collar out of the house. Yet still, here she was, prepared to do all of those things. For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks,

I took some pictures but tried to stay in the background and let him take over the photo shoot. Tina's last bikini can best be described as two dots and a dash. The top was nothing more than strings holding together two tiny patches that only covered her nipples. The rest of her tits were totally exposed. The bottoms were the same. The strings held a patch of material that barely covered her bald pussy and even exposed some of her lips in some of the poses. She couldn't have gotten any closer to being completely naked. Jimmy's eyes drank in the beauty of her tight teen body as he began to snap picture after picture.