Ashley Tesoro Nude Novels & Stories

The dark tank top and the super-tight blue denim skirt she wore add to her sexiness. Ashley was drunk, but she seemed to be trying her best, so she could "go to school." Even when Ashley sat down, she did not hesitate to open her thighs - so that her underwear could be seen! If she wore it? I could not see it clearly with this dim light. Maybe she had lost her mind. I meant possessed, to be precise. "Let's go to school?" Ashley seduced. Let's!

She looked so peaceful. As I got closer I could see all her features. She has beautiful light tanned skin,her biceps fully visible since her hands are under her head as a pillow,her fit body,her t-shirt is pulled up a bit so I can see the bottom of her abs 'fuck' and as my eyes go down her body I see a bulge. I don't know what I should think so I ignore it. "Ashley" I whisper trying not to startle her awake.

NATE I sip from my cup as I watch Tasha dance, rocking her body to the music. She twerks her ass like a frenzy goddess, rolling her hips in front of Jennie, who just claps and keeps on yelling over her voice at Tasha to keep going. The cut of Tasha's bikini bra is deep, extending to the base of the middle of her full breasts, which are now shining with sweat and bouncing hard as she dances more. My eyes trail down her body, spotting a black rose tattoo on the side of her left stomach. Her thick thighs are spotless, flexing with the power of her seductive dance moves. The black lace of her kimono is like a silent teasing temptation, scantily hiding nothing about her sexy body.

The oversized grey T-shirt hung loosely on Ashley's frame, brushing halfway down her thighs. Its sleeves were far too long, nearly swallowing her hands, hiding the curves that were usually defined beneath her sharp, structured outfits. Her hair was still damp, slightly fluffed from the shower, and her skin looked fresh, radiant with the kind of glow that only came from warm water and a moment of peace. Her bare feet made no sound against the wooden floor. Josh froze in the doorway, one hand still gripping the doorframe. He hadn’t meant to stare. But the sight in front of him hit him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Like stumbling upon a painting in a forgotten gallery—quiet, understated,

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.

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.