Ariana Greenblatt Nude Novels & Stories

Zoey followed her gaze and saw Ariana clinging to a portly, bald man with a red nose, her ample chest nearly spilling out of her top. The man wrapped his arm around Ariana’s waist, his hands sliding lower to pinch her rear, making Ariana squeal in response. “Mr. McCarthy, you’re so naughty! Everyone can see us!” Blake McCarthy chuckled. “Your photos and videos with Nelson are still all over the internet. Don’t play innocent with me! If I want you to strip and serve me right now, you’ll do it!” Ariana internally recoiled but forced a smile. “Whatever Mr. McCarthy says.”

Ariana forced a smile, her palm holding two small red velvet boxes as she walked onto the stage. At that moment, the large HD screen behind the stage automatically opened, and intimate photos appeared. The entire banquet hall instantly erupted in exclamations of surprise. The photos showed Nelson and Ariana. There were photos from their travels, romantic candlelit dinners, birthday celebrations, and concert scenes. The poses included kissing, hugging, and even intimate shots in bed. Most of these photos were taken from a selfie angle, with occasional shots by others. The expressions in the photos were natural, and they seemed immersed in happiness.

Ariana let out a shaky breath, turning her head towards the large mirror in the corner of the room. For the first time in a long time, she actually noticed her own reflection. Her face... The scar was still there. That flaw. The ugliness that was always used as an excuse to insult him. "I'm innocent, Nathan! Why is everyone treating me like disgusting trash?" Ariana's voice was soft, almost drowned out by her own sobs. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching her reflection with trembling fingers. "My face is disgusting... no wonder they're disgusted with me.”

Ann looked at herself in a few poses, then picked up her phone from the table and took a few photos of her reflection, naked apart from her shoes. Ann placed the phone on the table next to her wine and drank the last sip of her wine down. Moving her attention back to the shopping bag, she pulled out the first items. she held up a green bra in both hands before proceeding to try it on. It was a single tone green with half cups, and lace at the top. Once she had settled it and adjusted its straps, she fished through the bag until she pulled out a green matching g-string. Her hands guided it over each silver shoe and slid it up over her hips. Again, Ann picked up the camera and inspected hersel

Inside the Scandal Shaking Stone Global. His thumb hovered over the image. The picture was of him - holding Aria, gently, maybe protectively - but the photo had been doctored. Aria’s outfit was no longer the elegant dress she’d worn that night of the exhibition. It had been manipulated into something obscene: fishnet tights, sky-high heels, a black leather bikini top, glitter on her arms, and dollar bills edited crudely into the background. She looked like a club performer - vulnerable, sexualized, and exploited.

When the tremors finally eased, she collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, hair plastered to her damp face. With shaky fingers, she sent the video to Dom Kane. Her heart pounded as she stared at the screen, waiting eagerly for his reply. ~~ One week later, Arianna slipped into the airplane’s bathroom mid-flight. Following his orders, she unbuttoned her blouse until her bra was visible, then tugged the cups down to reveal her heavy breasts and stiff nipples. She snapped a selfie with a wicked smile and bit her lip.

“Unforgivable.” “Right?!” Leyla looks vindicated. “Anyway, Aria tried to be nice at first, but the guy was staring at her coochie, and then the woman started going full Hulk mode.” A strange green feeling creeps up on me, too. “Leyla,” Aria groans, muffled. “Please stop.” She tries to hide her flustered face even more with her hands. I notice the porcelain skin, the manicured hands, the green nail polish, and the fullness of her tits, and my dick decides to make a move.

"Take off your clothes." Aria's breath caught. "What?" "Your clothes. Take them off. I need to see what I'm working with. This is an audition for a nude modeling position. If you're not comfortable being naked in front of me, this isn't going to work." Aria's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She'd known this was coming, had prepared herself mentally, but actually stripping in front of this famous, intense, devastatingly attractive man was different than she'd imagined.

I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now. Niku started setting up a pair of cameras on tripods that were aimed at the living room. She added two lights with white, reflective backgrounds. It was such a practiced operation. I just stood there in the doorway, trembling. My pussy dripped beneath my conservative dress. Mrs. Miller took my hand and led me to the center. "This is Annie Green, the preacher's virgin daughter, and she wants to be a p**n star." "So badly," I moaned as Niku moved about with a third camera and filmed me.

Love, Ariana I quickly d******d the attached photos are look carefully at each one of them, making sure to take my time. The first one is the one with her three friends. They look happy,the huge smiles on their faces tell all. Aria is in the middle, wearing a yellow sundress and sunglasses ontop of her head. Her grin, I miss seeing it in person. The next one, she is alone. In a pink bikini. Whoa! The bikini top is small, revealing a great deal of her breasts. Shit! My body stirs at the sight. I scroll to the next one. In the same bikini, she is laying on a sunlounge chair with the sunglasses on. I scroll through all the eight photos the second time, and all I want now is to listen to her voi