Jennifer Aniston Nude Photoshoot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Nightclubs, nude photos, barely-there dresses… Em, seriously.” “Hey,” the words nude photos caught her attention, and she crossed the room, to stand by the bed. She was surprised to see herself suntanning topless on one. Thankfully, the magazine had placed stars across her nipples, she thought. On the cover, at least, she amended, annoyed and embarrassed, when the image inside did not do the same. “That was a private pool. Who took this photo?” She was angry now, the taste of it bitter in her mouth.

he had said when he reprimanded me. If he found out I was doing it again, damn... Not just sexting this time, sending photos. Nude photos!! To his friend and business partner for fuxks sake! I'd be disowned for sure! So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn’t want to retake it again for him.

I put it on, combed my hair, and left it falling on my shoulders. Sitting on the bed, I arched my back making sure I had the perfect ‘horny’ look on my face and my breasts and thighs were visible before taking the shot. I took a couple more shots of my naked thigh, and half of my face (my nose and lips alone). I checked the pictures again before sending all of them to the one person I have been thinking about all week. Let’s see how long you can ignore me, now.

She seemed to be in thought for a while, and then she said, "well I guess so, as long as it is for your eyes only." His dick sprung free, as hard as a rock as he took off his boxers. He took off his shirt, and then carried his phone from the nightstand. "Strike a pose for me sweetheart," he said. He couldn't believe that she actually let him take pictures of her almost nude. She had never sent nudes to him, so it came as a shock to him. "Ready?"

Helen said, squinting at the screen. “You got it, baby,” I said automatically, still snapping photos. Monica shot me a death glare, her jaw tightening. Helen looked confused, glancing between us. “Sorry,” I said quickly, lowering the phone for a second. We continued the photoshoot, tension thick in the room. I was extremely hard, my focus slipping. They were posing in front of me, practically naked, and occasionally touching each other without thinking. Covering their nipples somehow made it even sexier, pushing me closer to losing control.

It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

and clicked. Shirley in a tiny white bikini that left nothing to imagination. Water beaded on her sun-kissed skin like diamonds. One shot had her laughing at the camera, head thrown back, nipples hard points against wet fabric. Another from behind—ass perfect and round, bikini strings tied so loose they looked one tug away from unraveling completely. I was rock-hard in seconds, leaking against my boxers. I shoved my shorts and briefs down to my thighs, wrapped my fist around my throbbing cock, and started stroking fast, desperate, eyes glued to her ass in that photo. I was so close, groaning her name under my breath like a prayer….

On the walls hung catalog photos of Jenny—some in bikinis, others in formal wear. “Is it really a good idea to just put the bikini photo out like that?” I asked, not entirely comfortable with it. “Do you know how many people are going to buy that swimsuit because of it?” Amber replied. “The girl looks seriously hot in it,” she laughed. “I know—that’s why I asked.” “Oh, by the way, Jane,” Amber turned to Jenny, “would you mind if I put up the alien costume photo too? You know, as a kind of ‘even an average person can be a model’ thing?”

Isla yanked his shirt open, pushed him back against the headboard, then climbed onto the bed herself, phone already out, snapping close-up shots of the two of them tangled together. She sat back to check the photos. They actually look convincing. This should work. "Okay, a few more the more scandalous-looking, the better!" She dragged the blanket up over his hips, his shirt hanging open, the fabric riding just low enough to leave nothing but a hard, cut set of abs on display. Distractingly hot abs.

Her soft, full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and round, perky ass had made her a favorite in fashion and lingerie circles for the past two years. But today was different. Today, she was doing her first fully nude photoshoot. The man behind the camera was a legend in the industry: **Julian Black**, 38. Renowned for his fine-art and erotic photography, his work hung in prestigious galleries and the private collections of the wealthy and powerful. His images were sensual, raw, intimate, and unapologetically erotic. Julian stood near the large industrial windows, adjusting softbox lights with practiced precision. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, dark hair stre