Carly Baker Nude Romane & Geschichten

It was so hot in here. “Now can you believe that I’m not going to take advantage of you?” His scoff turned into a breathy pant. “There’s nothing on your body, nothing covering your perfect skin…” His eyes dropped to my boobs. I covered them. He cleared his throat and said, “Carl is a lucky guy.” “Hunter, close your eyes! Anyway, why are you naked? I swear, every time we meet you get naked! It’s almost like you want me to see you undressed.”

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

Another clip loaded automatically, they were my private compilation, hours of her spliced together from press events, interviews, and a few stolen paparazzi shots I’d paid way too much for. This one was her at the beach fundraiser with Bella, her white bikini was barely containing those full tits, water glistening on her thighs as she stepped out of the surf. The camera caught the way her nipples peaked against the wet fabric. I groaned loud, hips bucking up into my hand. “Fuck, look at you,” I growled. My strokes grew rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, imagining it was her tight little hand instead.

"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!"

The thin, transparent gown did nothing to hide the tiny bikini underneath, as the cold metal of the nipple clips bit into my tender flesh with each shallow breath I took. The chains attached to them swayed, a heavy, ticking pendulum against my bare stomach. I could feel every stare, the shocked, the lewd, the hungry, scorching my skin. This is it. This is how I beat Sally. Carl, gave me a thumbs-up from behind the handheld camera. “We’re live the moment we start,” he said. “Thousands of people could be watching.” A guy across the aisle pointed at Carl’s phone. “Wait… are you streaming her?”

The lawyer asked. Carolyn opened a notebook and read: "In May 2018, our family went camping at Carpenteria State Beach in California. I made sure I was nude when Dad entered our tent. I made no move to cover myself. He backed out of the tent and went for a walk, alone. In June of the same year, I entered the shower at home while he was showering. Instead of touching me or anything, he got out of the shower. His penis did react favorably to my nudity, but he did nothing other than become erect." "Are those the only two incidents?"

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

And when she saw I’m already searching for her name on the site that she mentioned and then her Channel, profiles comes up, so does all of her provocative photos, and her video stream archives, on top of that the first picture that pop on my phone, were her profile picture, in that picture she was topless laying on the bed with her haired sprawled and she were covering nipple with both of her hand, on each gaps of her hand her flesh mounds were spilling all over, showing just how generous her chest was, and the lower parts of her body were only covered with a see through blankets. “...Oh….that is interesting picture…you..looks…beautiful in this…Ahem!..there…I follow you there…on both Gram an

I could feel how much he was struggling to hold back. I stood up and pulled my top off, then my bra. My breasts spilled out. Carl stared, breathing hard. “Touch me,” I said. He reached up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. I moaned, my head falling back. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting gently. I pushed my skirt and panties down, stepping out of them. I was completely naked in front of him. Carl’s eyes darkened as he looked at me.

It wasn’t in the locker room any more. My expression hardened immediately as I took it in. There were too many of them. She was alone. Unaware, and completely exposed. Cake was lying on her back on what looked like her bed in the old apartment, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs. Her fingers were buried deep inside her pussy, the other hand squeezing her breast hard, nipple pinched between her fingers. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a moan, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Her hips were lifted slightly off the mattress as she fucked herself with her fingers, slick and glistening on her hand and inner thighs. The photo had caught her right at the peak — back arched, toes curl