Arielle Spring Nude Novels & Stories

I hear the door to the bathroom click open, and I see Arienne stepping through the frame. "Hey there," he grins. "Aren't you a cute little thing." He saunters over, taking off his clothing as he moves. My eyes trace over the curves and edges of his body as he takes his shirt off. I watch him undo his belt, his white hair covering his face as he looks down at the buckle. He slips his pants off and turns his head towards me, flipping his hair up out of his face with his hand as he does so. A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the underwar come off, and he stands at the entrance of the shower. "Can I come in?"

“Ronan. Oh, God. That feels so good.” The sound of my name coming out of her mouth like that. I make quick work of undoing my trousers, I pull off my trousers and my boxers in one move. My dick springs free, hard and swollen and hanging with a drop of precum on the tip. Aria watches me with hooded eyes. She sits up and quickly pulls her dress over her head, leaving her naked in my bed. It’s almost like a dream. She is sitting on my bed like a freaking goddess, her hair falls around her in soft waves, her full breasts and hard nipples peeking through the curtains of her hair, begging for attention.

Too close. But the money... and that quiet, commanding tone... made her move anyway. She dimmed the lights until only a soft amber glow remained, positioned the camera carefully, and slipped on a short silk robe with nothing underneath. At exactly the agreed time, she started the private session. Ghost joined within seconds. Ghost: Remove the robe. Slowly. Then show me the toy. Aria untied the belt and let the silk fall open. She shrugged it off her shoulders and stood completely naked in front of the camera for the first time with him. The cool air brushed against her skin, tightening her nipples. She held up the realistic dildo so he could see every detail.

John I brutally open the bathroom door and what I see before me leaves me speechless. Damn, what a sight! I see Ariane, sitting on the floor, completely naked. Her legs and thighs are spread as wide as possible. Her fingers are inside her pussy, she's pleasuring herself. It's the most erotic image I've ever seen. She lets out a cry as the door bursts open. She freezes in front of me, not knowing what to do! I have a boner.

The type i'm craving right now. The princess blushed at her audacity. He was really teaching her naughty! Forty five nerve wrecking seconds passed before her phone beeped again. Arian had sent a pic of him still in bed with the white duvet in a messy tangle around his torso, flaunting his darn-so-gorgeous shirtless body. His silky black hair was in wild curls and his foxy eyes looked seductive! He captioned it; #Looks better in reality. Arrogance! Natalia condemned but still gawked and flushed shamelessly. How did she find someone who's so perfect without trying??

a cheerful voice greeted him as he walked through the gate and into Arielle's yard. "It is good to see you, Ari," Nate greeted the young woman in the yard. He gave her a hug and looked down in her eyes. Arielle had long dark hair. Her skin was tanned, and her hair braided intricately down her back. She wore a thin, navy dress with an apron tied at her waist. She reached out to embrace Nate in return, wrapping her arms around his waste as she hugged him close. They had a long history, a friendship from long ago that had stood the test of time.

She could see the silhouette of a man lying on the bed. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed directly, and before you know it, everything will be done, and you will be out of there in no time,” That was another thing Hannah told her, so Ariella began to take off her clothes and shoes. When she was naked, she breathed in and out, counting from one to ten to calm her fraying nerves. She walked to the bed and climbed on it, preparing to crawl up to the man. Ariella stiffened when the man moved.

Kitty said, putting her on the troubled girl's shoulder and holding her down, "We have to make sure that this will be enough." "I assure you that you will be satisfied," Ariel said, but she stayed seated. Kitty took the tape and brought it over to the VCR and put it in. For a second, everything was black, but then the screen came into focus and they all saw a nude Ariel looking at the camera. Her body looked spectacular and she was smiling into the camera. She didn't say anything but held up her drivers license to the camera and waved. It was her. It was meant to be very good evidence.

“Layla…Princess Arielle is not here to congratulate you.” I swallowed. “Well then,” I whispered, straightening my spine though my heart raced wildly, “let us see why she has come.” And as the door slowly opened and Princess Arielle stepped in, dressed like moonlight wrapped in silk, her face was so beautiful that my mouth parted in shock. Her skin so perfect that I could not believe that it could exist. And I had absolutely no fucking idea clue who to welcome my husband’s ex?

"And right now, nobody understands you." He closed the door. The lock clicked. Arielle was alone. She walked to the fire. She held her hands out to the flames. Her fingers were still numb. She looked around the luxurious room. It was a cage. A gilded, warm cage. But it was better than the altar. Better than the pit. She saw a mirror on the wall. She walked over to it. She pulled the hood down. Her hair was a mess. Her dress was torn and bloody.