Bryce Hall Nude Novels & Stories

“I don’t care.” “He grew up with Jessica Alex, he can easily get inside.” “I said no!” Bryce rubbed his temples. “Alex…” “He molested Henry.” I gritted my teeth. The room fell deathly silent. Even Carter on the side released a heavy sigh. Bryce hearing this let out an awkward laugh. “…About that…” I slowly turned toward him. My eyes were already glowing faintly from anger. Just hearing that idiot’s name is making my blood boil. “He was drunk.” Bryce raised both hands defensively. “He really was. He barely remembers anything after his third bottle.”

But guess what, the algorithm wanted me to see what I don't want to see. I cuss under my breath when it's a video of him being interviewed. “Whoah, Mr. Tryst. Wasn't expecting to see you here. Here with your girlfriend just observing every model before deciding on what to buy?” Bryce immediately shook his head, “Girlfriend? What? I don't have a girlfriend. And I'm here with my friend to support his girlfriend which is also a close friend of mine.” A close friend? Bryce has a close friend who's also a supermodel like me?

I had trouble restraining myself from spreading her up on the sink counter and having her again. Brynne's skin had a natural golden glow, but right now it was pinked from the hot water, and so beautiful it was hard to look and stay neutral. Don't think about it. I ignored the urge and worked at drying her luscious curves, which had definitely lost some of their curviness but were still lovely and all mine. She stood gracefully for me as if not at all affected by our nakedness in such prox imity. I wondered how in the hell she managed to do it. Well. I had an idea of how. She was a model who posed in the nude and she was used to it. Don't think about that either.

Alex said, gave Bryce a friendly slap on the hand while Bryce cringed and scoffed. "She was just fumbling earlier with that silly friend. Calling me...whatever" Bryce said discardedly, rose up from the bed, moved straight to the mirror, unbottoned his shirt slowly, and started admiring his six abs before running his long fingers down his hair slowly. He was trying to brush the matter off quickly and focused on his breathtaking physic. "Alex, come over here. Let's feel ourselves. We will go and chill after this,” Bryce called. Alex unhesitatingly stood up, walked straight to the mirror, stood next to Bryce, slowly unbottoned his shirt and examined his firm six abs.

But her bra was gone, but to my actual disappointment, she was holding her big tits with her hands, covering her nîpples. I found myself actually wanting to see this young girl naked. Then another photo came. Brooke was on her hands and knees, facing away from the phone. Her arse completely exposed except for her thong that just about covered her. I could see her big tîts hanging beneath her but I still couldn't see her nipples. As I stared at it, drooling, my phone started to ring and I saw it was her. I panicked, being sat at my desk I realised that if anyone looked over they could've seen what I was looking at.

It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers. Bree shoved Bryon with her foot from across the chair, her small frame surprisingly strong. “Put a shirt on, you barbarian!” she exclaimed. Bryon barely reacted; he just swatted her foot away lazily as his eyes remained glued to the screen. “Relax, Bree. It’s just skin.” “It’s indecent, and no one wants to see your naked chest.” Bree declared dramatically, crossing her arms. “You have traumatized Octavia."

Some of them had been huge blockbuster action movies. Within the search results were more YouTube links. A couple of them stuck out to him. They proclaimed, "Shasta Pyke nude scenes." Blake breathed out forcefully and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to go there? Cautiously, he clicked the first link. There was a close-up of Shasta from the waist up, her perfect round breasts filling the screen. Her scene partners, two men, were completely dressed. The on-screen conversation lasted a good five minutes and the editing kept coming back to her tits from every angle and distance.

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

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.