Ashley Matheson Nudes Novels & Stories

I had barely taken a few strides when a familiar steel voice stopped me. "Grace.“ I turned around with an equally steel stare at the caller. Asher. He had just come out of the locker room. His hair, dripping wet, fell over his face. He wore a fitted shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing those annoyingly perfect abs that did something unsettling to my stomach. I refused to let it leave an impression on me. It did though. "Do you realize the gravity of what you just did to the devices in that bag?” Asher demanded in an unusual calm tone.

Ashley's tender buttocks pressed against his c*ck. Nathan's waist vigorous thrusted of Ashley's p**sy, and the thin underwear was almost penetrated. The collision between their genitals made him tremble. He increased his speed, and Ashley's delicate body was thrown up and down. Her n**ples jiggled even more. Ashley's pink cheeks were pretty, the corners of her eyes were slightly red from stimulation, and her cherry lips were watery and endearing. Nathan couldn't bear the excitement of this beautiful scenery and groaned, and he could not help but c*m.

She whispered, "Thank you for encouraging us yesterday, this is going to be fun!" Ashley turned around and faced everyone before she slowly raised her tank top up her abdomen while looking at Sarah then at Paul. Ashley said, "Sarah, are you sure you won't back out on me if I do this?" Sarah smiled and said, "You won't strip naked in front of your brother so I'm not worried the least little bit. But to answer your question, no I will do what I said if you strip naked and let us see your whole body and I do mean ALL OF US!"

But I knew. Simone had my number. I had never given it to her. I stared at that sentence. He talks about you to me. The intimacy baked into those words. The assumption of access. My number in her phone. Then a second message came, from a different number. No text this time — a photo. Caleb and Simone at a hotel bar, shot from across the room. They weren't touching. But the way he leaned toward her, the way her hand lay flat on the table so close to his, spoke a language that didn't need contact to be explicit.

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—”

Below the provocative voice message were supposedly photos "Simon" had sent. They showed him and Sophie in bed together, and one with Sophie taking a mirror selfie in an oversized men's version of a matching shirt. The second screenshot showed Simon having a candlelit dinner with Sophie on his and Luna's fifth wedding anniversary. The third screenshot revealed the location tag for the lakeside car incident. The fourth screenshot displayed three wedding photos "Simon" had sent and a taunting message to Luna, implying that she should be prepared to "share a husband" with Sophie.

she whispered. Ashley lay stark naked on the large mahogany bed. Her golden hair was sprawled across the bed. Baby pink coloured flowers were used to decorate her hair. Her skin was shiny like she had been oiled all over. Her pose was seductive, he knew he was already spotting a boner without looking down. He watched the slight rise and fall of her ample bosom as she let out small breaths. It was just like he had imagined, pale pink nipples. Her legs crossed over each other so he couldn’t see her silky entrance.

Their backs were to the door, so they didn't realize her presence. Ashley was moaning in bliss and Mathias's hands were holding her hips tightly. She was completely naked while he was fully dressed which made the view even dirtier. Cassie felt a warm wind pass between her legs, something was awaking inside her core. She was carefully watching them as swallowing hard, her pussy slightly began to throb.

Olivia stood before him in just her bra and pants, her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Asher’s eyes darkened even further as he took in the sight of Olivia’s almost naked body. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Olivia’s breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and sensitive. Asher couldn’t resist, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.

“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.