Jenny Lloyd Nude Novels & Stories

And she did, blushing. Jennifer was now nude, sitting on the couch. She had been here for what seemed like three hours. There was no telling how many rolls of film her photographer, Tony, had shot. She sat exhausted, still in those heels. They were hurting her feet, she wanted to take them off. "Are we done yet," Jennifer pleaded. "Well, I've still got some film left and I'd like to use it, but I think we've taken all the solo pictures I need," Tony said. "Solo pictures?" Jennifer was confused. "Well, I know we only contracted for solo nude, but if your interested, we could take it a step further," he said convincingly. "What do you mean? I'm not doing anything weird here, Tony." "Well, that

I gently took her hand, trying to stay calm. “What are you doing?” I asked firmly. “Still getting changed,” she smiled, and kept going. I was starting to lose my cool. “Jay,” Paul said, ”if she wants to change, let her.” His tone was serious. “I agree,” Aaron grinned. Jenny pulled off her jeans, revealing a pair of shorts underneath. “Jay,” she smiled at me, ”I don’t think this is your call—but whatever.” She laughed and, with one smooth motion, pulled off her shirt to reveal her swimsuit. The guys burst out laughing.