Andrea Brooks Nude Novels & Stories

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

Through the open door, I could see Andreas. He was naked from the waist up, muscles tense as he held himself in an exercise position—probably a plank. Sweat glistened on his skin, the light from the large windows casting a golden sheen over his toned back and arms. For a moment, I just stood there, frozen.

Thirty minutes now ,she still had not gotten naked. “Take it off. Now!!!” Andre said in a loud tone. Fear, shock and confusion all ran into Vanessa. He could have said it in a lower tone, I won't disobey him. Coming down from the pole. “Okay” she responded in a mild tone. “I was not talking to you Vanessa, do your thing ” he answered calmly. More confused and disturbed, “Who was he talking to then?”. Then she noticed he was talking to one of his bodyguards who wrongly placed a gadget in the room.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”