Ann Jillian Nude Novels & Stories

The only illumination came from the silver, unobstructed moonlight filtering through the paned window, casting pale, liquid reflections across the bed. Jillian Michaels sat back against the headboard, a linen shirt completely unbuttoned, the sharp, calculated angles of the former CEO's shoulders entirely relaxed in the dark. For the first time since the night at the gala, there was no ticking luxury watch on Jillian's wrist. Time didn't matter. There was no countdown to a midnight curfew, no strategic evaluation of a corporate rival, and no strict compliance clauses to enforce. The fortress was gone, leaving behind only a person entirely uncovered, waiting in the shadows.

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

Her soft, full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and round, perky ass had made her a favorite in fashion and lingerie circles for the past two years. But today was different. Today, she was doing her first fully nude photoshoot. The man behind the camera was a legend in the industry: **Julian Black**, 38. Renowned for his fine-art and erotic photography, his work hung in prestigious galleries and the private collections of the wealthy and powerful. His images were sensual, raw, intimate, and unapologetically erotic. Julian stood near the large industrial windows, adjusting softbox lights with practiced precision. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, dark hair stre

With the money there on the show I could make that wish come true. 'But not by stripping naked,' said Alice Moore indignantly. 'My daughter is naked on TV - such a shame.' 'I wasn't naked,' Jill protested, thinking with unease that she'd felt the same way, 'I was wearing a bikini.' 'Like that one would make a big difference,” her mother fumed. 'Anyway, what will Simon say to that? Do you think he'll ever want to date you again if he finds out about this?” Jill rolled her eyes. “Mom, I don't really care what Simon thinks about it. I don't care to go out with him again.'

What are you doing, Alex? "Just taking a peek." I explained as I slid the sheet aside, exposing Jill in all her glorious MILFishness. Naked. 100%. Not a stitch on her. Score one for Aleximus Magnus. Called that one! "Fuck!" Jerry cried out taking a step back. "She's naked!" "Yes she is. Sweet, huh?" "Cover her up. What if someone comes in here?" "Like who?" I asked while my gaze took in those fabulous tits which had bewitched me night after night from behind her workout top.

Ellie nestled in as we watched Ann pose in various angles in her brown lace bodysuit. As with lots of lingerie it had lace flowers embedded into the stitching, but as she bent over for what would be her last pose, she cocked her leg up, and we got to see a zoom in of her pussy and asshole through the opening of the crotchless part of her outfit. "Lover, are you going to lick me or dive that fat cock straight into one of my holes?" came Ann's sultry voice again. She crawled onto the bed into a doggy position, showing that her pussy was shaved, and the hair we had previously seen from the front was only above her pussy. The rest of her may have been dry except her hair, but her pussy was satur

No pillows, but a large white sheet that covered the entire bed area. Several men were already standing around the room, smiling at her as she walked in. A couple of women stood beside those that were obviously husbands as well. People were already naked and several cocks were already hard. “I also managed to round up some volunteers. I hope you don’t mind.” Jillian felt a warm flush go across her skin looking at the group of men who were all there to get a piece of her body. It only made her even more excited. She turned to Tom. “You said you would shoot the video, right? Then I think it’s only right you get to take my clothes off.”

He couldn’t wait to see what she did in the privacy of her own room. The next morning, Nate woke up early and rushed to his computer to watch the footage from the night before. As he hit play, he saw Lila enter the room, wearing a silky robe that clung to her curves. She walked over to her dresser and began to undress, revealing her perfect breasts and toned stomach.

Cheerleading Slut (2) When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting. There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin.