Santana Garrett Nude Novels & Stories

“Don’t you want to see her? Well maybe just meet her then after signing our Engagement Agreement with her as her counsel, you can pass on the case to Drew. What do you think?” “I don’t have time for her. I need to relax before going back to my father’s ranch.” Atty. Garette said while shaking his head. “What if she can give you that relaxation you need hmmm?” Atty. Hector was persistent and trying to test all his patience. Atty. Garette, looked at his friend and asked. “Do you have a picture of her? Unedited, okay?” “Of course, I do. Wait.” Atty. Hector opened his mobile phone and scrolled. After a while he showed her a woman wearing a two-piece red bikini swimsuit, standing by the pool in a

"You're going to be a good girl for us. Do everything we say. And in the morning, you walk out of here alive. Understand?" I nod frantically. "Good." He stands and steps back. "Santos. She's all yours." The tattooed one circles behind me. I feel a knife at my back and flinch, but he's only cutting my shirt. The fabric falls away in pieces. My bra follows. Then he's cutting my jeans off, my underwear, until I'm completely naked and tied to a chair in a freezing warehouse. "Fuck." Santos whistles low. "Look at her. Tits, ass, tight little body. We got lucky tonight, Nico."

He heard the bathroom door open and Beth's voice say, "My. Oh my. Santa really made his naughty girl hot. She rounded the corner into the front room coming into the view of Chris. Her Red Santa top was unbuttoned down the front. Her braless chest was open wide enough so both beginning swells of either breast were visible. She stood before Chris, a finger teasingly on her lips like a little dirty girl who had very naughty thoughts., her other hand behind her back. Chris greedily stared.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

I push open the door and instantly regret it. Dante is in the center of the training mat, running a hand through his tousled messy hair. He’s shirtless, with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his waist. A choked sound almost escapes the back of my throat at the sight of all that tattooed skin. He’s covered in ink from his collarbone down to the waistband of his sweatpants. And he’s fit. Eight-pack abs, well-defined chest, and broad, muscled shoulders. My eyes follow the V that disappears behind his waistband along with his ink. A wave of heat crashes through me.

Even through his thick sweatpants, his cock felt completely massive, stiff as steel and throbbing with an intense, dangerous demand right against my center. Next, Garret reached down, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on my bare ass, causing tingling sensations to dance on every single nerve on my body. I didn't think I'd ever been more aroused in all my life. My pussy was pulsing with an urgent need to be filled and it seemed Garret was definitely taking his time. It wasn't like we had all the time. His sister was practically right upstairs and she could walk in on us any moment. I turned my head back over my shoulder just in time to see him grip the waist band of his sweatpants and he pull

“I should be going. You two should talk. I'll be back after you agreed with the date.” Tita Mildred heads for the door and leave. I saw the portraits near the couch were slightly uncovered. I hurried towards it and fully exposed the paintings. I was shocked to see all the nude paintings. And all of it has my face! “What the hell is this all about?!” I yelled at Gian. “I can explain, Chy!” I struck him on his chest. What an asshole! “Are you a satyromaniac?! Why do you paint me nude?” “No! I didn’t do that?!”

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

Completely naked. What the hell?