Ashley Tesoro Nude Novels & Stories

All of the clothes were size one and perfectly fitted Ashley's body. Ashton prepared a large room on the second floor of his villa and renovated it into a mini modelling studio where he would bring Ashley in and tell her to try all the clothes he gave her. Then he would ask her to pose on a low platform inside that room and he himself would be her personal photographer, capturing her photos as if she was a real model. He captured a lot of her photos and even printed out some of them in big sizes, framed them and hung them on the wall around that room. They called the room 'Ashley's Secret Studio', her playground at home.

I hate it when girls do this. She woke up few minutes later and we washed off. I thought about Ivy, would she be pissed if she finds out I had sex with Ashley?. It's not like she cares or we are in a relationship. ~LAYLA~ As soon as she left, Tessa locked the door behind her and a smirk was on her face. She's so hot, she seductively took off her clothes, she was nude in front of me. I got wet by just looking at her D cup breast.

ALESSANDRO'S POV We were just about to go to bed. I was lying down on the bed when I hear the shower turn on in her bathroom. But then… she walks across the bedroom… completely naked. Tits, the perfect handful. Hips, just enough to grab on to. Pussy, waxed and so goddamn tempting. One taste was not enough. Mother. Fucker. She looks over at me, flips her hair over her shoulder, and then goes to her nightstand. She opens a drawer and

And it wasn’t because I am in the shower. “Tesoro,” Enzo called out and I peeled my eyes open to look at him. He was dressed in black dress pants, and a palest blue shirt, with two top buttons, undone. I could see the outline of his perfectly sculpted sternum. and I wanted nothing more than to jump up and topple him down, then lick him till he was covered in nothing but my mark.

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.

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.

Ashley surprises me by pushing me back against the sofa, taking the lead like the damn fucking queen she is and tugging her top over her before tossing the clothing to the other side of the room. She leans forward and clasps her lips against my nipples, taking one in her mouth and biting on the tiny bud gently before moving to the side of my chest where she acquires– placing a kiss over the two words. She meets my eyes and gives me that fucking gorgeous smile of hers before moving to my pants and unfastening my buttons. I drop my hands over the hand of the sofa and watch her in amusement as she drags my pants down to my knees along with my boxers, letting my cóck spring free from its cage: H

“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.

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

Ashton said Ashton tried to live the covers, but he discovered that the little girl was holding them quite tightly around her. “Come on darling, did you not miss me?” Ashton asked. Maya, who was almost suffocating could not take it anymore and removed the covers around her body. The moment Ashton saw her small head peeking from outside, he pounced on her like a hungry lion and immediately started to devour her lips. Maya forgot about her embarrassment and started returning the kisses. It was a gust of cold wind that blew from the outside through the window that Maya realized that she was actually naked and Ashton was almost entering her.