Ariana Barrett Nude Novels & Stories

"He's dressed and now getting hyped up by his friends." "And we're here to drip you up," Ari winked at me. I gave off a dull smile. Ari was with a red jewelry box. She dropped it on the bed and walked up to me. "You gotta remove this," she said, unzipping my trouser, while Sandra removed my shirt. I was now on my inner wear alone now. Sandra gave me a cunning look. "And these as well," she said, pointing at my pant and my bra. "No way!" I declined. I wasn't used to a girl seeing me completely naked. Added to that, I had some little hairs down there and would be so embarrassed if they saw it.

Even though she was somewhat bothered by Ariana, there was no need to act small-minded. "Alright, then let’s stay for a little while longer," Kendrick said, seeing that she hadn’t given it much thought, and didn’t try to convince her otherwise. Before long, Ariana and Cael came out. Cael was wrapped in a towel, with his upper body exposed. He had fair skin and a toned, though not overly muscular, physique. Ariana, on the other hand, wore a red bikini that was seductive and alluring. As a woman, Annabelle couldn’t help but admire her figure.

Aria said, her voice sultry. His gaze darkened on his screen, approving. She bent her knees on the bed and slowly hooked her thumbs under the thin straps, sliding them down her shoulders. The fabric fell off easily as she eased herself out of it. Naked now, her hips hardened in the cool air of the room, breasts heavy and arching for touch. She let Jason drink her in, from her flushed cheeks to the trim patch above her slick folds. She arched her back, then pinched her peaked nipples, twisting so hard that a moan escaped her lips.

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—”

The smell of pine trees was carried by the wind and the sounds of cicadas tickling her ears. “It’s too late, what the hell did Maynard do at the training ground at this time of hour?” Agatha complains, then they hear footsteps heading to them. “B-Barrett? Why are you here?” It was Maynard, who was wet from sweat glistening to his sculpted body, he was only wearing faded jeans and was barefoot. He swept his wet hair back and grabbed a towel at the nearby chair. “Do you like my present Maynard? So can you let go of Irvin now?” She smiles sheepishly telling her cruel intention of bringing Barrett in the mansion.