Veronica Cartwright Nude Novels & Stories

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

Luis and Vicente groan at the sight. Veronica spins back around and turns Trish to face away from her to face the guys. She unclasps her bra while Veronica continues to rub her breasts against her back. Veronica holds her hand out to Vicente. He makes his way towards them slowly and she places his hands on his wife’s breasts. She lowers herself to her knees and pulls Trish’s panties down. Veronica then pulls one of Vicente’s hands down to her ass cheek and helps him squeeze it just right. Trish is moaning at the movement.

Vera quickly set up the camera, discreetly planting it by the window to capture all the action. We both sat on the sofa in the open space, trying to remain composed. While I kept an eye outside, Vera's focus was inside the room. After a few minutes, the man who was in the room fucking a lady as if there was no tomorrow emerged from the room, completely naked. His massive cóck dangled side by side as he walked. He glanced at us and scowled, causing Vera to tremble and avert her gaze as if she had seen him before.

I settle on it with my thighs pressed together and my hands covering my front. Veronica doesn’t say another word to me, and I watch her stride to her bed. My jaw drops when she removes the sweater over her head, leaving her in just the bra she has underneath. She doesn’t seem to care that I can see, or the effects her undressing has on me, unknown to her. I try so hard to look away, but somehow I can’t tear my eyes away, and I can only gawk, as she hooks her hands around her pants and pulls it down her legs, leaving her in just her lace panties. Good lord.

She asked once again when Ava didn't say a word when she asked her. Ava hardly sighed. She didn't know what she would do. “We find you in the middle of the forest naked. What have you done, Veronica?” she asked interrogatively. Veronica blinked her eyes. Her heart thumped so fast that she thought she had a heart attack. She couldn't understand why she seemed nervous. Was she naked? Her eyes widened. The vivid memories haunted her mind. She gulped when she realized that it happened for real. She still remembered how that man did those malicious things to her. She couldn't stop herself from feeling guilty that she slept with another man.

I let the leather straps slide down my arms and Veronica smiled at the sight of my breasts. I drew her head to my breast and felt her mouth on my nipple; it swelled and hardened instantly between her luscious lips. As Veronica suckled, I unzipped my tight pants and wriggled out of them; letting then fall to the floor. I too wore no panties. I gently pushed Veronica’s head away and knelt in front of her. I tried to indicate with my hand that everyone in the room was naked, and then I tugged at her skirt and asked, “OK?”

“Oh, I feel sorry for your... for Vicky or whatever... if all it takes to make you unfaithful to her is...” “You?” Sasha supplied tersely for her. Her flush deepened and the pain filled her body as Veronica turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see how much he was hurting her. “We both know that what just happened had nothing to do with... That it wasn’t me... I could have been anyone. My body could have been anyone’s. You were...” “So turned on by the sight of your semi-naked breasts that I couldn’t resist seeing if they still felt and tasted as good as they looked,” Sasha told her softly. “You forget, Ronnie... I’ve seen them before, and not just seen them but…”

Veronica peaked into the room, Derrick was lying in bed lighting up a joint and Emily was nowhere to be seen. This was Veronica’s chance. Veronica snuck into the room. She smiled at Derrick, who was still naked. His body was so perfect. He was slim, with abs. He had small pecks. Veronica slowly removed her shirt, revealing her huge, perky tits. She slowly teased her nipples until they became hard. They were so round and pink. The way they stuck out made Derrick’s mouth water.

He watched her every move and waited for her to remove the last piece but as she entered the bathroom, it closed and he didn't get a chance to see that pretty butt that he's talking about. He groans and calls her name out. "V! I haven't gotten a glimpse of it—bare!" Veronica couldn't help but to laugh. She removed the last piece and tossed it in the laundry basket then she turned on the shower and took her ponytail, tying her hair into a messy bun. She took the soap and ran it around her body and face. She stopped from rubbing the soap when she felt that someone entered the bathroom. She stopped as his footsteps got closer. Darn it! He had seen her naked and it doesn't matter to her if he sa

she said, lifting it high, “are pictures documenting the immoral activities of this imposter before and after the death of the real Maria.” She locked eyes with me. “Confess now, before I show them.” “Show them,” I replied. “I want to see what you got in there.” Her eyes narrowed. She ripped the file open and scattered the photos across the table. “These images prove she’s been sleeping with men for money,” she said coldly. “A shameless woman who climbed her way to the top.” Whispers exploded. Cameras zoomed in. Veronica stood tall, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.