Robbie Hanna Nude Novels & Stories

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

“And find something useful to do with yourself.” Hanna slowly stood up, her eyes gleaming with a different kind of fire now. She began pulling off her clothes right there in the middle of my study, the fabric sliding down her body until she stood completely naked. Her breasts were full and perky, nipples already hardening in the cool air, her waist slim, hips curving invitingly, and between her thighs, her shaved pussy on full display. She had a nice body—tight, toned from hours at the gym and expensive treatments. Any other man would have been rock hard instantly.

Having totally ignored him earlier when she had burst into the class all worried and fluster from being late, recognizing him now as soon as their eyes met, Lin couldn't help but greet him with an unbidden yelp of surprise. "Robb!?" the curvy brunette squeaked, trying to blink her momentary shock away as her gaze involuntarily roamed from Robb's spiky blonde hair and handsome face to travel down his toned chest and sculpted abs and lower still. Despite herself, Lin couldn't stop her eyes from staring at the obscenely massive slab of stiff dickmeat jutting from Robb's groin and throbbing powerfully mere inches from her own naked body. "I... I didn't know you were a nude model!"

"No one can see you out here. It's completely secluded. You don't have to be embarrassed. Now take your penalty like a real man." I sighed with resignation. There was no point in arguing with her, or we'd be at it all day. I took a couple of steps toward the patio, then put my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and underwear. After a deep breath, I pulled them both down, worked them over my shoes, and tossed them over by my shirt. Except for my shoes and socks, I was naked as the day I was born. Hannah applauded and literally hooted at my nudity. Her eyes were running up and down my body, soaking me in. She said, "Now that's more like it, Ryan. That -- right there -- is what you get whe

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

Hannah and Rebecca knelt side by side, looking up at him like he was their new god. “Take those habits off,” he ordered. “I want to see everything." They didn’t hesitate. Hannah pulled her habit over her head first. Her body was lush and curvy, with big, heavy tits with pink nipples, a soft belly, and thick thighs that jiggled a little when she moved. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already wet and glistening. Rebecca was next. She was tiny compared to Hannah, with small perky tits, a flat stomach, and a tight little ass. Her pussy had a thin strip of black hair above it, but both of them looked perfect in the candlelight.

Madden smirked, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh, please.” Hanna walked closer to him. She pulled his tie, dragging him a little, but Madden didn’t move. She sat on his lap, then grabbed his chin. He watched her try. He didn’t want to stop her. He wanted her to continue trying until she got frustrated, then leave. She rubbed his chest, twerked on his dick, but his dick never stood. She stood up. Maybe it was time she left. But then she pulled her dress, revealing her body. It was left with panties and a bra. Within a minute she was fully naked. She didn’t look shameless.

Hanna bit her lip. "We'll come get it." He smirked. Hanna stood up and stripped off her shirt and then her bra. Next, she pushed off her panties with her pants and then straddled Maverick's lap. "I think you wear these sweats to get me all hot and horny." Hanna whispered. "Is it working." He groaned and she rubbed against him. "You tell me." She replied. Maverick caressed her as she leaned into his touch moaning. Her hand goes into his sweats until she finds his hard cock and pulled it out so she can stroke him a few times.

she mumbled. Rob grabbed their drinks and led her to a booth in the far corner. “You’re looking very fuckable,” he grinned as they sat down. “Rob, look… you’ve had your fun. But this isn’t funny anymore, okay?” “Oh, Emma. I haven’t even begun to have fun yet.” His tone was cold. Calculated. Then he took out his phone, PornHub already open. “But before we start, let me show you this…” Her stomach dropped. “You see this? This is my account. And this—this is a video of you letting Tony fuck you.” He tapped the screen. “And this is me uploading it.”