Anne Marquis Nude Novels & Stories

“It was perfect. You’re perfect.” She fully turned her nude body around, facing him. Marcus' eyes expanded. For sure, she was deliciously nude. He couldn't help but smile as he caught glimpses of her dripping in pure prettiness. Her sizable breasts and those cherry nipples quickly had the attention of his rod, who didn't know enough to fake sleep. His rod rubbed against the sheet, standing at attention.

“People are so strange, aren't they?” Amani shrugged and smiled. “I don’t know, I actually find it kind of exhilarating.” Veronica set down her teacup and leaned in closer towards Amani. “Then you shouldn’t have a problem painting me nude, then.” Amani spit out her tea in shock, spraying it all over Veronica. “Oh my Goddess! I am so sorry!” She hurriedly grabbed a towel and started wiping off Veronica’s face and neck, turning bright red out of pure embarrassment.

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

It was Amani. “What’s this?” I showed Gerald the screen. When he looked at me with a confused expression, I added, “She’s asking if you liked the photo she sent you. What photo?” “I have no idea what she’s talking about.” “Really?” I pursed my lips, opening the email app. My jaw dropped seconds later. I gagged, seeing Amani fully naked in the picture. I turned off the screen quickly. “She sent you a nude photo!” “What!” Gerald exclaimed.

Some even mistook her for a young journalist and asked her about what was happening inside. So Annabelle squeezed into the room with the crowd. The next scene left Annabelle quite shocked. Marvin lay in bed, seemingly not yet awake, with his upper body bare and his lower body covered by a thin blanket. And at the head of his bed, there sat an almost naked person, a man. The man had delicate skin and tender flesh, fair and handsome complexion. He was bare-chested, with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, pointing at the journalists on the scene with embarrassment and annoyance.

I tried my best to act normal. I wore a red bikini that I had bought specifically for this trip. It was a little more revealing than what I usually wore, but I told myself it was just because I wanted to feel confident. Deep down, I knew exactly who I wanted to see me in it. Marcus. He was standing near the barbecue area, talking to one of the uncles. He had taken off his shirt, and the sight of him made my mouth go dry. His body was powerful — broad shoulders, defined chest, and abs that showed he still worked out regularly even at forty-six. The sun glistened on his skin, and every time he moved, the muscles in his arms flexed.

There was a tripod holding up a camcorder and it was still recording. The Marquis was a pale-looking skinny man with bleached white shoulder-length air. His pale nipples were pieced and so was his navel. He had on a black latex cape and underwear that squeezed against his genitals Lastly, he had on latex thigh-length boots. His eyes were dilated from cocaine use and there was a long leather whip in his hands. The two female teenagers were huddled close together and were covered in bruises and whip marks. They looked terrified and they were stark naked.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation. There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger. She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination. Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs. She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling. The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.