Ashley Parker Nude Novels & Stories

“Park, did you hear that pakhan loves dicks?” Park, who was on his bed with his phone, tuning out the rumour while he chatted with his demanding wife shrugged casually before raising his head. It was Asher and he knew Asher to be demanding whenever he didn't get answers. “I believe he didn't love dicks though because, based on his aura, he can't be a bottom.” Asher nodded thoughtfully. “You are—” The door slammed open and two other men walked inside. Park shot them a glare, glancing at his phone to check if he'd mistakenly removed his speaker from mute on the video call he was on with his wife but he has not.

Pop! pop! Suddenly there was the sound of gunshots in the air and I just froze. I don't know what happened as I sat there on the bed, frozen, but then suddenly Asher was in my face, talking to me. He was already dressed, he had never taken anything off, so he was fully dressed. I was the one naked lying there on the bed as the sound of heavy gunshots kept being heard in the air. He was touching my face, his face was on my face and he was telling me,

Making himself go deeper inside me. I took off all my dresses. This outfit was so heavy that I felt tired supporting his arm on my shoulder. I took off all the little hairpins that made up my hair. I remove my makeup in front of the mirror. My face is so much different without makeup. Asher is standing behind me. He had already taken off all his clothes. Asher stood naked with his penis out. "It's beautiful. You look innocent, uncovered and exposed." Asher came closer. He rubbed his dick against my ass. I cringed and sighed as his hands gently squeezed my breasts. Asher then sucked it like a thirsty baby while inserting his finger into my pussy until I didn't realise I had grabbed his hair.

Ash called out to him, smiling. She looked very happy, standing next to the dumpster, wearing his leather vest and waving goodbye to him. Then she turned and quietly climbed up the fire escape. He just had the most ridiculous evening with Ash Parker and it ended with him in leather pants without a shirt on, standing next to a dumpster. Hunter walked away from the Girls' Dorm with his arms crossed over his bare chest, laughing quietly at the absurdity of it all.

But there was indecision there, too. “Don’t you fucking leave,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking him in the eye. She widened her legs and his eyes dipped to her pussy. “We’re not done here yet,” she said. Parker swallowed, his throat thick, as he took in the sight of a naked, wet, and horny Talia—no, Natalie—on his bed. He had nearly come in his jeans when she’d got herself off on him and now his dick was so hard he was pretty sure he could pound nails with it.

I could kneel between them with my mouth pressed against one hole and my pussy and ass against the other. I hit record on all the cameras. They would stream back to Ashley's studio. I wasn't surprised that she made p**n. Not after she kept filming with her husband. She got off seeing me fucking Keith. She was such a dirty whore. Like me. I pulled off the sweater I wore. It had the logo for GNEW, an evangelical conference every year. I dropped it in the corner then unhooked my red bra. My big boobs spilled out. They swayed back and forth, nipples so hard.

"I don't care about your reasons for taking pictures of me, but it would be best if you handed over the camera immediately." Gene knew that Asher had discovered his attempt to secretly take photos. With a smile on his face, he didn't hand over the camera but instead said, "Mr. Montgo, hello. I'm a reporter from New Daily Magazine, and I would like to interview you. The lady you were carrying just now, who is she? Does Ms. Parker know about her? There are rumors online about some kind of relationship between you and Ms. Parker. Can you share some details about that..."

He needed to extinguish this fire. "You! How dare you kiss me without my consent." Lisa pointed her slender fingers at Brad. "Why are you making a fuss? Aren't all these normal for a woman like you?" Brad coldly said. "Yeah, a woman like me- who don't have the right to live her life on her own way- a woman who was forced to sell her body- a woman who everyone looked down- a woman who don't have any dignity any shame." Lisa yelled, fresh and hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

“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.

Ashley shut her eyes tightly, trying to process what just happened. She opened her eyes and staring at her in the face was Claire, Alex's girlfriend. Fury burned her face bright red. "Who the hell do you think you are to lay your filthy hand on me?"Ashley yelled, her chest moving upward and downward repeatedly as she breathed heavily. "And who the f**king hell do you think you are to talk back at him? Do you know who he is?" Claire snapped.