Santana Garrett Nude Novels & Stories

Slowly, carefully, I peeked over the couch, moving not to make them notice me. My hand flew to my mouth. What am I seeing? The woman, named Francine, is completely naked. The man stood behind her, equally exposed. “Don’t refuse,” he said, his voice thick. “This is the last one, Francine.” Before I could process what was happening, he shoved her forward. She fell face-first onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of her. Like a dirty wild animal. The room filled with her small cries. My entire body went cold.

" Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt" " No, no need to sho.." Dennis stops midway because Bethany has already removed her shirt revealing her flat stomach and her bikini that barely covers her breasts. Then, she remove her pants and show the thong that she used. Before Dennis could react, Bethany pulled the thong down exposing her private part. He stared at her exposed female parts for several seconds. " Do you want it? Devour it like usual." Bethany said biting his lip.

“Oh, so people in the West don’t get naked?” “You know what I mean. Aren’t there supposed to be sculptures of horses or cowboys riding through sagebrush?” “I’ve already fulfilled those requirements in other mediums and other pieces.” “So you don’t need to show these.” “Yes, I do. What’s the big deal? You agreed to pose for me.” “Not like that! I told you no naked pictures.” “I thought you were kidding. You know, like you were kidding about wanting a cowboy ménage?” “Not the same thing, Carter. I specifically said no nudes, several times, remember?”

I sobbed silently while he enjoyed himself. After what seem to be forever, he got off and cleaned himself up. “Get dressed!” He ordered and I looked around to see my clothes has been torn to pieces. Nothing to wear. “I have nothing to wear.” Yet to finish my statement when he nodded and stretched his hand on the door knob. I thought he was going to ask for clothes since I was naked but, as soon as he pulled it, my eyes widened. There at the front of the door was Garrett my mate. He was kneeling with both hands tied. There were blood stains on his body and some part of his body looked swollen. Our eyes locked and as I looked away, in tears, I could feel his eyes on my naked body.

And he leans back against the door. I hurry into the big walk-in closet and pick out a black shirt with a turtle neck and a brown suede skirt. Black lacy bra and a matching thong. It hurts when I put them on and a soft whimper leaves my lips. I chuck on my black biker boots and come out back into the bedroom. Santiago takes me in, a small smile tugging the ends of his mouth up. “Perfect, now show me.” He instructs me and his eyes linger on my breasts.

"Tell me you didn't do this." Natalie’s smirk deepened. "Come on, bestie. I just gave everyone a preview. " Selena’s mouth fell open. "A preview? You posted my nudes online. Are you fucking crazy?" "Oh, stop acting so innocent," Natalie scoffed. The guys with her laughed, their eyes crawling over Selena’s body in her bikini, imagining what was under. "She’s not wrong, though…You do have nice breasts, Selena. A very nice tits. " one of them said with a grin, staring at her chest. "We could go to the back, and you can show me properly."

"You silly girl. You used to sell your body for money. Now, you used it again just to get hold of Ethan's wealth, right?" Aria didn't talk back and stood still like she was frozen. Sabrina and Gabriel were on their way to the kitchen as Janine smirks and shows them photos of Aria's nude body online. Her young and nude body online. Ethan, who seems to be awake, finds Aria shaking.

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

He felt she would lock her room door, so no need to alert her before entering, to behold, his eyes bulged out of his sockets, he never thought that he could see what he was seeing, Barbara's room was open, she stood there with just her undies without a single cloth, Dante body heated up, he felt his entire body reacted to her semi-nudity. Dante drools at the naughty Barbara, who keeps scattering her hair trying to figure out what to do, she is so used to dumping her used clothes on the washer that she forgets, she has no other one to wear apart from the one, she just dumps in there. Dante scans her beautiful legs to her waist, then that perfect curve of hers that made her stand out, her skin

Ella's Pov "Unbutton your shirt. Let your tits out. I wanna watch them flop around while I fuck the shit out of you." Professor Garrett growled, tapping his fat cockhead on my nasty pussy lips. The... SMACK! SMACK!! made me jolt. With shaky fingers, I undid the rest of the buttons on my uniform shirt. My heavy tits spilled out, nipples rock hard, scraping his desk. Fuck me. I felt so exposed, so naked.