Robbie Hanna Nude Novels & Stories

Notably absent was Aaron of Red Lakes. Hanna and Rowan were ushered out of a side door, both of them looking slightly sheepish and uncomfortable. Hanna was wearing a silky, cream colored dress with a rabbit fur coat, her hair pulled away from her face in a long braid. She looked beautiful.

Rownd diamond earrings danced as she lightly moved her head to smile at camera. Everyone present there was stunned. It was Athena, the rumored former girlfriend of Damien Romano. It was said she suddenly disappeared two years back. One of the journalist collected his courage and walked forward. "Mr.Romano isn't she your rumored former girlfriend, who left you?" Journalist: 1 "Is it possible that Mr.Romano and Ms.Athena has reconciled?" Journalist:2 "Would you like to explain your relation with Ms.Athena?" Journalist: 3

“That’s not supposed to be public knowledge?” “No shit.” Bryce blinked rapidly, then looked at Hannah. “How do you know?” She shrugged innocently. “I saw them naked.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh,” she added thoughtfully, “and Marcus is pierced as fuck.” Bryce barked out a laugh immediately. “Were you checking him out?” “It was kinda hard not to,” Hannah defended instantly. “The man was standing there fully naked with his whole situation on display.” “My whole situation?” I repeated flatly.

Anna So... I've made a new discovery. Robin came home, showered, and now he is standing half-naked inside the kitchen and... I think I'm lost in my husband. I mean, it should be illegal to look like that... Those abs. Those slabs of pecs. My throat feels parched as I stand by the kitchen counter. The muscles flex in Robin's big arm every time he wipes that blue towel against his handsome face. Straight out of the shower, shirtless with a happy trail leading down to his Calvin Klein boxers.

Which is why I chose today of all days to handle something so distracting, but that contract’s far from my attention now. Hannah's wearing a one-piece with intricate lacing that travels down her breasts all the way to the apex of her legs. She smirks at me before turning a one-eighty, giving me a full view of the G-string thong riding between her ass cheeks. Fucking Christ. She looks devastating. I don't notice my knuckle in-between my teeth until sizable divots engrave into my skin. "What about this one?" Cyna props her chin on her palm, cocking her head to the side as she looks at me.

my free hand unconsciously went down to smoothen the wrinkles part of my Robe. "Nothing underneath?" Oh, shoot! Should I have stayed bare? "Just my panties" "Oh, your breasts are bare?" Of course, my breast is bare. Who wears a bra inside a robe…. I shot him my reply. "Clean and bare" "Send me a picture" Wait….what? A picture of what? "A picture of what?" "Your tits. You said they were clean and bare"

It was a studio—his studio—where they shot X-rated videos. My breath hitched as we walked past a row of editing monitors. Just a few yards away on a raised set, a scene was being filmed live. I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes wide as I watched two actors completely naked on a leather couch, moving together under the hot studio lights while a cameraman circled them. "Do you like what you see, Robby?" Varney whispered, stepping up right behind me. "Get on the bed," Varney said, his voice dropping to that low, heavy rumble that always made my stomach flip.

a pot-bellied man, Bobby Chapman, said as he walked right up to Hannah and hooked his arm around her shoulder. Hannah bit her lip. Every fiber of her body screamed no, but she held her ground and forced a smile. It was just a photo. She could handle a photo. Except Bobby had no intention of stopping there. His hand on her shoulder slowly slid downward, brushing along her skin. "What are you doing?" Hannah flinched like she'd been shocked. "Oh no, my bad! My hand slipped. Don't take it the wrong way. Ms. Cole. Let's just take one more. Just one last photo, okay?" Bobby asked apologetically.

She didn't resist. "Now, if I do this, you also don't care?" Rhonda said as she stretched Gina's arms above her head and lifted the t-shirt all the way to her friend's head, leaving it there to cover her face. "Uh-huh." This was one of the rare occasions that Rhonda saw her friend lay bare naked. A goddess she was! Taut and curvaceous, velvety skin, round firm breasts—creamy with jutting pinkish nipples. V-shaved pubic hair and legs so long and strong it reminded her of those of a fine horse's.