Ashley Gardner Nude Novels & Stories

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Seeing her expression, Yash mocked touching one of her braids" Aww!! How beautiful you look without clothes!! I have to admit that you are a hot piece." Naina jerked away his hand and asked panicking," How did you get them? Delete these pictures. What do you want from me?" " It's not important for you to know how I got your nude pictures. You should think about what I can do with these sexy photos. Should I circulate them on the Internet? Or, should I upload them on F******k? Don't worry. I will tag you in these pictures," Yash said very dramatically walking around Naina.

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

I immediately opened my eyes, even straightened up straight. "What the?!" shouted Gerald standing at the door. Asher glanced around, and continued playing with foam. Gerald is most angry, if I was naked in front of the child, even though I only shows the stomach. He was getting annoying. "You don't work?" "What the fuck! Are you doing?" "Language!" I stare. Here, in front of the child. "Are you crazy ?! Bathing with a child? Naked again! Why do you have to be naked ?!" Gerald looks emotional, and impatient.

we want pictures of 💪 Wilder✨ My arm? Um okay Handsome role model😍 No no of down there Wilder✨ Down there? Asher🗿 YOUR ABS WILDER!! Wilder✨ oh... I don't have pictures of that The other Mr. Mendes Good! We don't want to see any imaginary abs Mr. Carson But I did The other Mr. Mendes No that's disgusting! How would you like it if I would put my thighs on here? Nikolai‼️

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

The figure said softly. "Are you going to just do what I ask of you?" She raised her voice at him. "I'm sorry I will have to turn you down, I can't do it, get someone else to do it for you." Ashley stood up, their gaze locked together, she unties her robe and allow it fall to the ground, revealing her naked body. She pulled the duvet out of him and grab his balls in her hands, gently stroking it. A moan slip through his mouth as she took everything in her mouth, making him moan loudly.

"I'm ready" "Climb in" Asher moves his hands to the white towel. Just as he was about to take it off, I stopped him. "Wait a minute!". Throwing my hands over my eyes, I give him the go-ahead sign. "You may proceed" Asher burst into a fit of laughter. "I'm not naked down there, Alena" I refused to believe him. "You're not?" "I'm still in my boxers. You can drop your hands down now"

I let out a bitter laugh and pushed myself up, swaying a little as I grabbed another unopened bourbon bottle from the table. She ignored my sarcasm. Without a word, she slapped a stack of printed photos against my chest. They scattered across the stained carpet. My gaze dropped, bored and unfocused—until the images registered. Ashley. The photos were screenshots from some viral fire‑scene video online. She stood in the middle of the scorched ruins, wearing a linen dress soaked through with water and sweat. The fabric clung to her body… and her stomach. Her belly curved outward in a way no one could possibly miss.

Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.