Ashley Gardner Nude Novels & Stories

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.

Asher’s POV I kept stealing glances at the door where she had walked through, waiting to see her walk out again. The team had been extra friendly because I was sitting comfortably with a front-row view of the shoot area, a fine bottle of unopened champagne in front of me. My jaw dropped when she emerged. Her outfit was a beautiful nude dress that stopped mid-thigh, making her legs look even longer. Assistants rushed back and forth, adjusting the lighting, fixing props, and setting up the stage.

It was definitely getting harder and harder to walk away from this girl. Just as I stepped through the front door of my apartment, my phone beeper with a new message. I opened it instantly, knowing it would be a goodnight text from Ashley. When I opened it, I gasped. It was a picture message. My hands were trembling as I looked at it. She’d taken a picture of herself, literally just of her chest, no shirt, just a black lacy bra. I stared at the photo, taking in every detail of it. Her breasts were incredible, and I was rock hard again at the sight of it. She’d written a message underneath.

Using the key, I opened the door. "Hello, Slate," Ashlynd purrs. I blink. I blink again. She is standing before me completely nude.