Alisha Lehman Nude Novels & Stories

Without waiting to recover from her orgasm, she stood up abruptly, hands still shaking, and started begging in a panicked whisper as her lips trembled. “You knew? I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-it just kinda happened, I-” “Can you shut up already?” Thia snapped, rolling her eyes. “It’s fine.” She stood up and started stripping off her robe right there, letting it pool at her feet. Leah’s mouth flew open in shock as Thia’s athletic body came into view. Toned abs, firm tits with those hard nipples that drove me crazy with her shaved pussy still glistening from whatever morning thoughts she’d had. Thia walked naked into the living room, her ass cheeks flexing with each step and signaled me to fo

"You gotta see this." He turned the phone towards me, revealing a picture of a woman who looked to be around 23 or 25. She was wearing a dress that barely qualified as clothing. It hugged her body like a second skin, showing off her generous tits that threatened to spill out at any moment. The plunging neckline exposed more than it concealed, and her legs stretched on forever, ending in high heels that made her ass look impossibly round and firm. Leo swiped through more photos—one where she posed seductively on a bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide, showing off her glistening pussy; another where she arched her back, her huge tits on full display with nipples hard as diamonds.

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with her dark, glossy hair cascading past her bare shoulders. In a vibrant red jersey dress, she showcased the top curve of her breasts beneath spaghetti straps, and the dress flirted daringly above her creamy thighs. Lipstick matching the dress adorned her lips, and her slender legs culminated in sharp black stiletto heels, creating an irresistible image that captivated those around her.

Fuck if he could do this to me with words, what would fucking happen if I let him go down on me. “Tell me what you want, Leia. You’re the boss. Please let me make you cum.” Asher said as he licked my neck down to my collarbone. I didn’t say a word. Too fucking turned on to talk. Instead I got off from Asher’s lap and took off my shirt, pants, bra and underwear. Standing in front of Asher naked. Shit, should I have done this? I started to fucking panic. Shit, maybe taking all my clothes off was too much. What if Asher didn’t like how I looked?

she asked, voice low and sultry as she started moving on the pole. Roman sank into the leather chair, already getting hard. “it doesn’t matter. Just dance.” Alison smiled and rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles, letting him watch every shift of her curves. She peeled the tiny top off first, letting her full breasts bounce free. Her nipples were already stiff and begging for attention. She turned slowly, and bent forward at the waist, and slid the thong down her smooth thighs, giving him a perfect view of her shaved, glistening pussy and that round, fuckable ass.

I glanced up, my heart thumping at the unexpected hesitation in her eyes. “Well,” Helena said slowly, choosing her words with caution. “Luna Claire is perfectly healthy, but…” “But what?” Liam’s voice sharpened with frustration. Helena took a deep breath. “Our Luna is with child, alpha.” My blood turned to ice. No, this can't be. Liam hasn't been touching me for months. Unless… no!

With dark auburn hair, ruby lips, high cheekbones, and a sexy black knit sweater dress, Alisha clacked her winter boots against the concrete floor as she approached them. Ruhi looked at her with awe and jealousy, scolding herself for wearing something so ridiculous. Alisha was rocking such a chic look with her long charcoal coat and black suede over-the-knee boots. Warm, comfortable, and sexy; straight out of a magazine, Ruhi thought and looked over at Rafael to see if he was staring at his girlfriend.

he demanded. Having fully understood the purpose of the room she was in, Lila had worn the bare minimum today. It took no time to remove her crop top and toss it toward the door, followed by her sneakers and black yoga pants. She was horribly shy about standing before the wolf of her dreams in the nude, but that had everything to do with Thorne and his lurid gaze and not all that much to do with the nudity itself.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.