Robbie Hanna Nude Novels & Stories

She nods enthusiastically watching my slowly untie my robe eyeing her under my lashes. I let the robe slide down fully and reveal the red lingerie underneath, Hana's eyes bug out and she groans under her breath eyes fixed on my boobs. I walk over to her and wrap my hands around her waist and then I kiss her, in no time her hands her on me, ripping the lingerie away and grabbing my breasts. I groan at the feel of her fingers at my nipples, and she quickly separates her lips from mine then down to my breats again, bititng, sucking, and squeezing.

“And then you were swimming in your underwear. Did you even apply sunscreen?” “God, Spade. It’s not the 1950s. People swim naked. They dress in see-throughs with their nipples and asses out. And this is my body, my choice.” “Okay.” Piper raised her hands. “I think it’s my cue.” She got up and left the breakfast table. “Or you’re scared that if someone posts my naked picture online, it will reflect on your billionaire clean rep, or you being a Kross.” I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t argue with an angry woman. Not Robyn. She was a piece of work when she was pissed.

The robe falls open. She is wearing nothing underneath.

Her cute attempt to move my weight off her went futile. "please don't do this. I beg you, I can give you money, I have lots". For the very first time I witnessed Hannah completey crumble, all I saw was an 18 year old begging sincerely for her freedom. But I was Machitis, and the demon inside me ignored her pleas and continued to assault her one more time. I held her wrists above her head with one hand and with the other I proceeded to remove her night dress, with one swift move Hannah was left in only her matching silk underwear. The world had stopped around me and my hearing had betrayed me whilst I witnessed what could only be described as out of this world, her naked form was proof that H

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.