Romans & histoires David Cassidy Nude

Chapter 038 CECILIA I came out of the washroom wrapped in my towel and stopped. Cassian was on the other side of the room, shirtless, going through his exercises on the floor. Push ups, slow and controlled, his back flat and his arms steady. His hair had fallen forward over his face and his chest and arms were doing exactly what they always did which was make it very difficult to think clearly. His trousers had gone low. The V line below his stomach was right there, visible, not hiding from anyone.

"Show them you submit to me only. Moan loud like we talked." I nodded and turned to face him. My back pressed against the tree. The pack circled closer, watching silently now. Cassian pulled his shirt off fast. He showed his chest strong and scarred. He pushed his pants down. His cock stood hard thick and ready. The watchers gasped softly, seeing how big he was. He grabbed my dress bottom and pulled it up, bunching it at my waist. My pussy showed bare, wet, already shining in the firelight.

I looked like I'd been through hell, which I supposed wasn't far from the truth. The door opened quietly and Cassien walked in, wearing nothing but a white tank top that showed off his muscular arms and a pair of grey joggers that hung low on his hips. He looked casual and relaxed in a way I'd never seen him before, his dark hair still loose around his shoulders and his feet bare against the white tiles. The sight of him like this, vulnerable and domestic, made my breath catch in my throat.

“So tonight, you’re here for two reasons. One— to finish your first lesson. And two— to undergo a full-body exam.” Her brows lifted. “A physical?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Not the kind you’re used to.” She swallowed. “Strip.” She hesitated. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Cassia’s fingers moved instantly. She peeled her scrub top off, revealing the thin black bra beneath. Then her pants. Her shoes. Her underwear. She folded everything neatly on the gurney beside her. She stood completely nude under the bright clinical lights. He walked around her slowly, like a wolf circling prey. No lust on his face. Just focus.

Rhett’s “Hi,” I manage to say calmly, but my voice comes out extremely hoarse. Cassian smirks and walks back to his bed where he is unpacking his stuff; my eyes trail over the magazines on the bed—nude men on display—and then to the pack of condoms he just pulled out. He picks up one of the magazines, the smirk still on his face. “He’s pretty hot, innit?”

David exclaimed. "Sure thing," I replied eagerly. "Wear something casual," David continued. "Alright," I agreed. "Get ready for the time of your life," David promised. "Okay, can I go now?" I asked. "Sure," David replied, and we hung up. Driving home, I couldn't help but smile, excited about what the surprise might be. Once I got home, I headed straight to my room, but as I entered, I was startled by the sight of Cassandra standing there in nothing but a towel. Water droplets ran down her back, and one trickled down from the back of her knee to her ankle.

Let me explain. I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure he's quite handsome. If not sculpted by the heavens themselves. A real David. No, I’m not exaggerating. He makes the untidy mother swoon and the man with the toupee can't really stop staring at him. Cass has this hair that's midnight black and the front is a little longer, so it falls to his face like a damn rockstar’s would. And he works out. God, oh how he works out. Even with the layers he wears, there's no mistaking a build like that. Maybe he's a wrestler?

He turned around and switched something on and the whole wall flashed with images that had my eyes widening. I stood there, stunned, as the wall transformed into a canvas of erotic scenes that were even more intense than what I had just witnessed. Women and Men were bound, screaming with pleasure. They were all naked, in different positions, fucked in different holes, tied and gagged. Some were being whipped, some were being spanked. I didn’t know what to make of it. Jake leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “This is what I enjoy, Cassie. This is what I want to share with you, but only when you’re ready.”

[ CASSANDRA ] After this statement of ANTOINE, I got angry. I then looked at him strangely and I said : -- Who are you to give me orders? I am not under your responsibility. You are not my family and I am not your prisoner. I'll go away and you won't be able to stop me. Afterwards, I wanted to slap him when Inès stopped me. -- ANTOINE and Cassandra please calm down. You're not going to fight because we're family now. (She says)

He sensually ran his lips down to her nose, and then kissed her soft neck, feeling the pulse in her veins. Valentine groaned as he stroked her bare back by her shoulders. She started trembling as he caressed his way to her upper chest, with strong but nerdy hands- which he used for training and writing so fiercely that there were some minute scars still there. She was then kissed over her strapless purple and red floral playsuit, over the cloth over her right nipple. He blew on it; she began to cry with pleasure.