Holly Barker Nude Novels & Stories

Holly had nothing to say. Tessa hated girls who acted innocent while playing a guy's "girl best friend." She shoved Holly down. "Get on your knees. Bark like a dog. Then we're even." Holly bit her lip, refusing to do so. Didn't matter. They outnumbered her. They forced her onto the cold floor. Laughter, phones flashing—she barked, humiliated. And it didn't stop there. Tessa printed everything—revealing photos Holly had sent to Derek, flirty chats, and the video of her on her knees.

In fact I worked that cock to two orgasms before we arrived at our first destination, the Holly Wood’s piercing, and tattoo parlor for the stars. Holly looked like a cross between a biker chic, and a porno star with her hourglass figure, and incongruous stick on tattoos. Her platinum blond mane in a pony tail in back that went down past her rump was a veritable shimmering fountain of follicles, and gave her an Amazonian look as she greeted us in spiked high heels, wearing a short denim skirt, and a matching denim vest that chained together in front to contain her cantaloupe sized breasts for a delightful public view. I saw later that the only other thing that she had on was a yellow thong bi

A little while later, when Andrei strolled back into the bedroom, Holly sat naked on the edge of the bed, drying her hair with a towel. "I didn't want to touch your clothes," she said, explaining her nude state. "The last time I was in there, you weren't too happy with me." "The last time you were in there, you acted like you were possessed," he replied as he stepped into the walk-in closet, returning a moment with a long-sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants. "Not the best fashion around, but I'm sure you'll make them look good," he said, throwing the clothes at her, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips when she fumbled to catch them since her eyes were on the towel around his waist.

he said while turning on his camera. "Then?" "Then I start to turn on my camera to take pictures of you. As soon as I captured the picture you're gone in my sight then I look at the picture in my camera just to find out that you are just in the lake." As the camera screen bright he go to the gallery and handed me the camera with the picture where Hilary is up in the sky looks like she's flying. Why would she do such a thing?

I shivered as the cool air hit my skin. “So shy,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Even now.” He crouched and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of them, completely naked now, arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying to hide as much as possible. Professor Black stood back up. His eyes roamed over me — hungry but controlled. A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Look at you,” he said softly, voice turning slightly filthy. “Trying so hard to cover that pretty little body from your professor. But I’ve already seen how wet you get when I touch you, Riley. There’s no hiding anymore.”

Her nipples were stiff, pink, and sensitive. Damien's gaze dropped to them. He reached out and pinched one lightly, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight to her core. "Shorts next." Chloe hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. A string of her arousal stretched from her slit to the crotch of the shorts before breaking. She stepped out of them, now completely naked in front of him. Damien's hand moved back to his cock, stroking slowly as he looked her over. "Beautiful. Tiny body, tight little cunt. Turn around and bend over the desk."

Two huge steaks, baking potatoes, sour cream, butter, and the ingredients for a salad seemed to be the right combination. I quietly let myself into my apartment. In the kitchen I turned on the oven and popped in the baking potatoes. The door to the office was half open. I went to it and looked inside. Holly was sleeping with her back to the door. The sheet had fallen to below her waist; it was obvious she was sleeping nude. I stared at her naked back and then down to the swell of her bare hips and the top of her ass. Maybe it's just me but a female's bare back is an extremely erotic picture; nature has a way of taking over—my cock was hard and my thoughts were not pure.

I reached out, swung the door shut. Hollyn had backed up, her eyes wide. "I didn't mean to enrage him. I know that I can be annoying. And usually without trying. But he didn't approve of my nakedness in the other room, so I attempted to cover myself. But it appears I've messed that up as well." Her lavender eyes were soft as she looked up at me. Almost as if she expected me to berate her. I lifted my hand, the towel dangling from my fingers.

"Bend over, Holly -- I want your ass." Holly let out a breath that was more like a moan, and suddenly the expression of longing on her face was open and intense. She turned around, and braced herself on the sofa -- bent over, knees on the cushions, her hands and forehead against the sloping back of the couch, her ass raised. She was naked except for her black choker and her knee-high black and white socks, and as Simon looked at her hanging tits, her shapely thighs, and her round, firm, virgin ass, he felt like his cock was ready to explode all over again.

Hollis kept her boxer shorts on until the brunette had removed her light pink lace panties. “You’re perfect...” Hollis gasped with emotion, climbing forward to trace her fingertips along the hills and valleys of Whitney’s nude body. She touched every curve with a tenderness Whitney never knew before her. As good as Hollis’ touch felt...she had to know nothing would change between them before they went any further.