Alexis Evans Nudes Novels & Stories

Without any guilty conscience, she bend over Jude, and then she began to removed his clothing, and immediately she removed Jude trouser, Jude sleeping Dragon sprang to life that even Alexis gasp in weariness, she was afraid for some time, still she summoned courage, she also removed her own clothing too, when she was naked she tied a clothing to her mouth, so as to at least minimize her cries of pain and ecstasy. Alexis lay beside Jude, and then she used his hand to touch herself, and immediately the same Jude who was unconscious suddenly come to life, he jumped on Alexis and without waiting, he entered her. Alexis screamed in pain and blood rush out of her vagina, but Jude doesn't even mind

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Mr. Alexi began his actions, slowly removing her clothes one by one until she was left wearing only her underwear. Seeing Angelina still unconscious, he quickly unbuttoned the black blazer covering her white shirt. Starting with the top button, Mr. Alexi undid them one by one until half of Angelina's shirt was open, revealing her chest covered by a bra. After that, he approached, lay down beside the unfortunate woman, then took some photos and sent them to someone’s number.

Graphic content. I tapped. And froze. My breath lodged in my throat. The image that loaded showed Nadia’s lifeless body. Her feet limp. Her hair spilling downward. Her eyes… another image attached of Alex dressed in a black tuxedo with his hair pulled back as he looked to be holding a woman dressed in a blue velvet body hugging gown. They looked intimate as i zoomed on the face to see it was Nadia but she looked more beautiful here and not pregnant. It looked more like an old image of them together in a conference or something.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a file, handing it to me with a casual flick of his wrist. I hesitated, the anger momentarily forgotten as I took the file. My fingers trembled as I opened it, the images inside causing my breath to catch in my throat. There they were—Williams and Allison, naked, having sex. The photos were taken from a window, skillfully angled to avoid showing their private parts, but the implication was unmistakable.

“Those names seem familiar somehow. Can’t put my finger on it, but take a photo. I’ll look into it.” I take a few photos with my phone, examining the ledger for anything linking it to the others when Milo interrupts. “Leni.” He stands up and looks pale. “What?” I stand up as well and look at the photo he’s pointing at. On top of the pile of polaroid photos is Evie Tuttle in a bra and underwear, standing against a wall as if she were getting a mugshot. She looks too stoned to be scared. Her blue eyes are watery and lifeless, looking past the camera. There are sores and scabs all over her unwashed body. Her hair is unkempt with tangled bangs in her face. She has her arms folded over her midsec

"Is it possible that your nipples have tanned? They are a lovely shade of sienna against the white of this fabric…" We wore no underwear here, which was fine as long as we didn't get wet. Then the fabric of our tunics became translucent. I looked down, concerned that I had been flashing Ran this entire time—not that he cared about nudity. He had been a Werewolf for months. Still… Alexis' hands ran up my sides and his thumbs lightly circled my nipples, causing them instantly to tighten and ache. He cupped my breasts. "Heavier too," he whispered in appreciation.

My breath catches in my throat, a sharp hitch that feels like both a gasp and a sob, tightening my chest. I click on a grainy video from the cancer research gala. Alexander dancing, if you can call it that, with two little girls in remission wearing matching sparkly dresses. He’s all awkward limbs and fake spins, and the girls are giggling like it’s the best night of their lives. I press a hand to my chest, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Eva is trying to make it seem as if it was all staged. Calculated. But I was there.

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

Sienna points to the model walking on the stage, smiling apologetically. Mr. Evans is already in his fifties, balding, and has a pair of cloudy eyes. He looks at the women on the runway and sneers in disgust, "A plastic surgery face, and you have the nerve to say she's the most beautiful woman in your company?" Sienna sees the person clearly, and her expression instantly turns ugly, "Th-that's not Natalie!" Not until another model takes the stage. "This one is not bad!" Mr. Evans looks lustfully at the runway.