Ashley Lin Nude Novels & Stories

Alyssa's profile had a handful of clearly well thought out photos on display and, unlike every other ad he'd seen on this site, they weren't taken with a shitty cell phone in front of a mirror. No, these were more than selfies meant to show tits and ass. These were art. The first three showed Alyssa wearing high-end lingerie, a black and white top that showed her curves. The next two were a little more risque and shot from behind her, showing one of the sexiest asses Tony had ever seen. There were two topless photos, where she hid her nipples from view in an implied-nude and the last few were full body, head to toe shots of her wearing dark lingerie, fish net stockings and sexy high heels. T

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.

yesterday. The shame of hindsight came to mind in an instant. There were countless pictures rising in my mind. Liam asked her impassively, "Can you be reserved?" ‘So, is that what I look like in front of other people?’ Ashley pursed her lips, bowed her head, and washed her face. ‘Forget it.’ ‘He knows anyway.’ Inexplicably, Ashley remembered that when her consciousness was vague, Jacob used that magnanimous appearance to make extremely pornographic actions.

His lips parted for breath. Each had its own caption. Asher is so hot! It should be a crime to be both so talented and so good-looking. Look at those muscles!!! Under that caption was a candid photo from the weight room. Asher stood next to the treadmill with a towel draped over one shoulder. Joggers hung low on his hips. He was missing a shirt. He glared into the camera like he knew the picture was being taken and resented it. The bare expanse of pale skin ridged with muscles, the curve of where his hip disappeared beneath his joggers, the ice cold focus of his unblinking eyes…

Little Greene's small voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I push the phone back against my ear, my breathing loud and my voice so fucking strained as I say, "Are you touching yourself right now, Ashley?" "I thought the picture made that clear. " She chuckles lowly, and I groan, closing my eyes to get that picture in my head; her body stretched across her bed with her pyjamas pulled down as she buries her fingers in her wetness. Her eyes will be closed, and her hair will be a tangled fucking beautiful mess as she gets lost in the pleasure. She will bite down on those plump lips to keep down the moans that threaten to tear through her lips to not wake her roommate. The image is so fucking be

Ashley on the other hand stood digging her ear feeling less than bothered by the prospect of people seeing her naked. 'Whelp what's done is done, no different than being in a line of naked women waiting for my turn in the showers.' Ashley shrugged to herself thinking back to her time in the military standing around with over fifty other naked women awaiting their turn for the showers. She already had very little in the way of modesty, and those times saw to it she lost any kind of shyness that could have ever been. Ashley began casually strolling towards the restroom, while Collen was walking back to Liana's room as though he were a rusty stiff robot.

Then, the door swung open once more, revealing an agitated Ashley. "Hailey, how could you?" Ashley shrieked, dramatically pulling at her rumpled hair. Ashley Lincoln, a social media sweetheart, was famous for her blog and always made a point of flaunting her achievements in Hailey's face. But this time, Ashley appeared as a hot mess—still beautiful even with her mussed blonde hair, but a mess nonetheless.

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.

The night breeze calming and suddenly soothing my nerves. Asher was sitting on his bed and this time, he was shirtless. I swallowed a lump of saliva as I tightened my legs. I did that secretly. This was going to be a long night. I thought he just wanted to talk, not knowing this was nothing but a thirst trap. His chest was bare and his six packs were flashing back at me, sending the wrong message to my pussy. Goodness! He smiled at me while I tried forcing my eyes back up at him.

She will have bruises where my hand was. “OMG! It was an accident, Wyatt! We were playing and I pushed her, you didn’t need to grab her like that!” Ashley screamed at me. I gave Nina a quick once over, she was wearing light green shorts that came to just below her ass and a black tank top. Her cleavage was spilling out. Damn if she was fucking sexy as hell. She obviously just showered as I could smell her shampoo on her. Her hair was still slightly wet with a nice wave to it. “My apologies ma’am” I said sarcastically