Ashley Tesoro Nude Novels & Stories

His heart suddenly hammering, Asher moved before he could talk himself out of it. He headed down the halls then down the stairs. With every step, the sounds became louder. The basement door was cracked open so he stopped in the shadows and looked. His mouth dropped. Nico Rossi stood naked and gleaming with sweat under the low lights, his every muscle carved and tense. Some guy was bent over the weight bench—his ass up and his wrists zip-tied to the barbell rack. His back was arched and Nico’s huge hand was fisted in the stranger’s hair, yanking his head back while he fucked into him with brutal, punishing strokes.

he said, trying to keep his mind off the feeding frenzy, "but I don't want to go through Vampire TSA again." Ashley's laughter was like music to his ears. He slid an arm across her shoulders as they found a more secluded area in which to enjoy their night together. Not for the first time since meeting her he thanked whatever god or goddess that existed for his girlfriend's hedonistic lifestyle. While most of the Vampires around were wearing clothes that were more suited to the time period in which they were born, Ashley was wearing nothing more than high heels, a black babydoll negligée and panties to match. The lingerie was cut just high enough to barely see the curvature of her thigh where

By now, I have explored the entire floor. "Why not?" Alessio steps out of the shower. He's wearing a towel around his waist. His bare chest is on display. Water droplets roll down his chest and abs and to his gorgeous V line, soaking into the towel that hangs dangerously on his waist. Wait, are those eight packs?! Intricate tattoos cover his chest, wrapping around his arms. It's more like he's covered from head to toe in ink. What about his bottom half? Is it covered with tattoos too? I could barely keep my eyes off him, and indecent thoughts pop up in my mind. Forcing my eyes away from his delicious torso, I ask, "Where the fuck am I going to sleep?"

She was the only one in the room anyways, so she thought until she pulls off the towel only to be greeted by Anton, staring at her with wide eyes. He came to drop painkillers so she will take them after she bathe, little did he know that he will be welcomed by the sight of her gorgeous naked self. Ashley screams and picks up her towel on the floor as fast as she could, covering her body though part could still be seen. Anton lowers his head, not embarrassed but shy. He can't remember the last time he felt this hot, reacting to the sight of a lady's nudity. So many ladies have thrown themselves at him, he's seen different skin textures and types yet, nothing moved him.

He was in glee when he saw that and said, "I never knew you liked me so much, Ms. Victoria! Are you planning to hug my portraits to sleep? "If you marry me, all of mine would be yours, Ms. Victoria. You can … you can hug me to sleep!" Asher moved to stand in front of Victoria and opened up the portrait he just found. He exclaimed, "Look, I have eight-pack abs! Aren't I handsome and sexy? You'll have a sense of security around me, right?" Victoria's gaze fell onto the portrait as Asher walked past her. Asher was in his inner garment in front of a bright yellow door. The collar of his clothing was slightly opened and extended downward, revealing part of his muscles. They were well-defined abs.

Obviously, it was too small for the both of them to fit comfortably. Her breath caught when she saw Ash appear in the doorway, shirtless. His hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken, water droplets clung to his bare body. Jo stared at his chest and hoped she wasn't drooling. Even if she was, nobody could blame her. Although she'd called Ash's body scrawny earlier, it was anything but. His chest and pecs were clearly delineated and his pants hung low on his hips, missing the indecent mark by just a hair.

Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.

Alaso appeared from nowhere and she looked extremely hot in her outfit, “You can hold the speech but girls here are trained to serve men by all means. You can’t change anything. You too picked by someone and you just can’t deny that.” The outfit merely revealed her body parts, her curves were visible and any man who was come across her would fall in lust to ruin her and Akshara wondered about her outfit than replying to her explanation. Alaso in the perspective of Akshara, Alaso covered her lower part with an extremely mini skirt and the upper part of her body was covered with transparent cloth. Her neck was left bare to reveal her beauty, her hands were stuffed with gloves and she stood on

I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head. Asher stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand. He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.

The next second, Ashley screamed, and all the drowsiness disappeared in an instant. In front of her is a picture of a handsome man just out of the bath. He has wheat-colored skin and a tall and slender figure, the muscles of the chest, arms, and lower abdomen are fit and well-proportioned, and the proportions of the inverted triangle are perfect and impeccable. A bath towel is loosely tied around the waist, and the mermaid line is obvious and sexy. Ashley widened her eyes and pointed at the half-naked Morgan Blackstorm, "You...you..."