Tina Cohen Nude Novels & Stories

The entire time, she heard the click of the camera above her. His cock throbbed, and she pulled back, not wanting him to finish just yet. She stood, walking back over to the chair, dragging him with her. When she stopped, she yanked his pants down and then pushed him back into the seat. He grabbed the chair arms, keeping himself from flipping backward in the rocker, the camera still clutched in his hand. Turning, she placed her hands on his thighs and lowered herself onto his manhood. She gasped as he filled her, lowering herself slowly down onto his cock, her fingers digging into his legs. She remained bent forward, giving him ample room to see what was happening. Sure enough, she heard the

Her hips swayed inside that tight dress while Aaron kept backing deeper into the couch like he was trying to disappear into the furniture. “Oh no,” Aaron muttered nervously. “Please remember I’m a virgin.” “Nobody can save you tonight,” Chloe shouted between laughs. Aaron's eyes went wide as she stopped right between his legs, her knees brushing against his. She didn't bend down. Instead, she lowered herself slowly, using his thighs for balance. Her hands landed on his knees and slid up his legs with agonizing slowness. "Holy shit," someone whispered. Probably me. "Relax," Tina said, her voice dropping an octave. She leaned in, her lips hovering inches from his ear. Her hair cascaded over hi

My insides clenched involuntarily, a fresh pulse of heat flooding through me even though I had just come harder than I thought was physically possible. The shirt slid off her shoulders and pooled on the floor. She reached for the button of her pants next, sliding them down her hips and stepping out of them. Then her underwear. Gone in one smooth motion. I looked down. Between her thighs was completely bare. Smooth and glistening and beautiful. My walls clenched again. Tighter this time. Tina stood there completely naked in front of me, watching my face with that same confident knowing smile. She took one step closer to the bed, her eyes never leaving mine.

Cindy’s emotions were running so high that her face had gone pale, yet she had no choice but to follow Elaine onto the stage. The atmosphere grew tense as Elaine opened the press conference and asked for Cindy’s nude photos to be displayed again. In each photo, the men’s faces were different—there were two or three of them—but the woman in every picture was Cindy. The woman’s back in the photos was clear and unmarked. When the reporters saw the photos, some spoke up:

Inside the cold warehouse, the air was thick with tension. Nina sat bound to a chair. She watched the movement of Marcus in fear. After some time of pacing around, he stood before her with a twisted smile on his face. The sight of him made her blood boil, but she knew she had to keep her composure. Any sign of disobedience could set him off, and the last thing she wanted was to put her family in more danger. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she quickly turned her face.

His shoulders sagged and his eyes cast down. Not saying a word, I let him leave. I tried concentrating on my work, but then Ethan’s words about Tina kept resonating in my head. Unable to stop myself, I looked up Tina on the internet. What I saw baffled me. Although I couldn’t see the videos as they seemed to have been taken down, the photos I saw made me sick. “She is a pornstar, yet she acts rude,” I mumbled to myself. Scrolling up. An article explaining the entire scandal suddenly popped up. After going through it, I'm clouded by guilt at how quick I was to judge her.

Me: Your favorite gray Harvard tee I stole from an ex, and nothing underneath. @sinnernextdoor: Jesus Christ. Take the tee off, slowly, and film it. I’d never sent nudes to someone I didn’t know, but the wine, the ache, the anonymity. I was already sliding the cotton over my head before I could talk myself out of it. I propped the phone against a throw pillow, hit record, and let the camera watch as I dragged the shirt up inch by inch, revealing my bare tits, hard nipples, the curve of my waist, until the fabric cleared my head and I sat there completely naked.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.