Nessa Barret Nude Novels & Stories

Ravenna Roberts was on her knees in the center of the dark room, completely naked except for the tight black leather collar around her delicate neck. The faint red light from a lamp bathed her fair skin, highlighting the generous curves of her heavy breasts, her slim waist, and her large, round, perky ass that she kept slightly raised, like a silent offering. Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.

While I am sitting at the table, staring at the map, trying to envision the battle as it unfolds, I hear the clack of high heels on the floor and see Luna Barbara entering the library. She’s not wearing the maid’s outfit anymore, so I have to assume she’s no longer trying to pretend that she’s working here, rather than just being a prisoner. But then, she’s wearing very tiny jean shorts that allow her ass to hang out the back, and she has on a tiny, tight white tank top that doesn’t even come to her belly button. I don’t have to stare very long to know she’s not wearing a bra. I feel myself begin to harden, and I have to rip my eyes away. She is a very attractive woman, and I can’t help the

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

“Gonna need to taste that pretty pussy of yours, baby.” She props herself up on an elbow, hitting me with a mischievous smirk as a blush forms on her cheeks. She swings her thighs back together with a smack. “Why are you still dressed?” Nessa queries, arching a seductive brow. Fair question. I reach behind my back, grabbing onto my shirt and yanking it off overhead, tossing it on the floor beside me. By the time I do, she’s already got her own shirt off, and I watch with rapt attention as she slips off her black bra, her tits spilling out, nipples hardening into stiff peaks as they hit the air.

Scared her without ends. Noah knew she wanted to see him naked, to relish in his need of her, while he wanted to see her undone. By him. “Lie back.” She did. The instant obedience strung him high. “Spread your legs.” His voice an octave deeper, he was flaying away the existence of everything but her and him. “Do you touch yourself Nessa?” She nodded her head, forgetting he couldn’t see her. “Yes”, a high pitched voice that didn’t sound like her.

Then he saw her. Lila Moreau, 28, a local Creole artist whose paintings dripped with raw fucking, stood on a wrought-iron balcony. Caramel skin shining with sweat, wild dark curls plastered to her neck, full heavy tits barely contained by a tiny purple-and-gold dress already riding up her ass. Her hazel eyes locked on Nashoba through the crowd and her pussy clenched instantly, flooding her thighs. The hunger was immediate. Animal. Filthy. No words. Just primal need.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

She was stripping off her clothes again, her top already gone. "Before you undress, Renee, I want to make sure it's okay with Janet," I said. "Are all of you more comfortable being nude for your exercise?" Janet asked. All three of us said yes. That was a no-brainer for us. Yoga didn't involve a lot of bouncing, so we didn't need sports bras to protect the puppies, and swimming nude couldn't be beat. "Have you heard back from Scott about being able to work with me on Thursday night?"

Shifting made nudity acceptable, unlike for humans. She stood up and moved to remove her clothes. He noticed she had removed two sets of clothes. She removed the t-shirt, pants, and flat shoes. The set below had him steaming. She wore a tiny pair of shorts that covered little to nothing and a body suit with what he assumed was the bar’s logo on one breast. It had a deep ‘v’ neckline and no sleeves. “You wear your hair up and high heels when you work?” He didn’t like what he saw. In his mind, Dom envisioned her strutting like a market calf being sold. It left a disgusting taste in his mouth.