Ashley Parker Nude Novels & Stories

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

She swallowed hard. Parker raised his eyes to the left and tried to match all she had said with the person he had met today, it didn’t seem like the image the internet had written about him, from what he saw today, Asher didn’t seem like that person his wife had described, in fact, he seem like someone trustworthy with his words.

Ashley, kicking off her shoes as her hands clutch her shirt hem, "Crashed out, we didn't get much sleep." I hadn't seen Ashely naked in years. She's lean and strong from volleyball but has no tits. But, oh those nipples. Sam and I enjoyed watching her strip. Sam's hand under the water, on my ass, a finger poking my hole, my hand behind her, between her legs, touching her. As Ashely got in, we broke away. Ashley walked over through the water. The look on her face saying how she'd like to ask if we were more than just naked in the pool. She didn't, exactly.

The thick vibrator was clearly visible, buried between my slick, creamy folds, its faint outline pressing against my inner walls as it buzzed away mercilessly. I spread my legs wider on the chair, knees falling open like a cheap whore, and took more pictures , closeups of my messy cunt, the way my ruined thong was stuck to my holes, the shiny strings of my arousal dripping down to my asshole. I knew he would see exactly how desperate I was for him. Mr. Parker had long since broken any habit I had of wearing proper underwear. He loved tearing them off me, ripping the delicate fabric to shreds with his teeth or bare hands because he wanted me bare, vulnerable, and ready for him at all times. T

“I guess my age concern is invalid.” “The work concern isn’t, though.” Parker moved from the opening of the closet, pulling his stained T-shirt off and putting on another one very similar to the first. His stomach was smooth and thin like a swimmer, his skin pale and yet attractive. He winked at her after he pulled his shirt down. “Like the show?” “Always. Nothing like watching a sexy man who feels like a brother to you dress himself.” “Pervert. I feel molested.” Parker walked toward her as she turned and jogged to the front door, Parker picking up speed to catch up.

I hissed at him. "I didn't mean to see you naked. I was just looking for you okay? Then the last thing I know is I'm already seeing you taking a bath here in the waterfalls—naked." Ash said. "You didn't mean? Liar! If you didn't really mean then you should have left or looked away right after you see me naked but you didn't. Instead, here you are hiding in a tree and busy feasting your eyes on my naked body!" I said.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

“Enjoy the show, firecracker. This is what a real man looks like.” Parker’s voice cut through the dim storage room like a challenge as Joanne pushed the door open, looking for her best friend Lila after last period. She froze in the doorway. Lila was bent over a stack of old gym mats, skirt bunched around her waist, and panties dangling from one ankle. Parker stood behind her, pants shoved down just enough, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. His hand was fisted in Lila’s hair, pulling her head back while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

It's odd to watch him coming while looking at him upside down. "Here. Put these on. Asher doesn't want the entire pack seeing you naked." Alex tosses me one of the sets of clothes he was carrying. I catch them and reach down to slide the pants on, but Asher won't budge. I look at him, giving him 'come on already' look.