Ashley Tesoro Nude 소설 & 이야기

"He left early on an urgent call." Out of his sight, I smiled bitterly. Back home, I'd barely kicked off my shoes when my phone pinged with a message. I checked it out, and my pupils contracted. A photo filled the screen, showing Asher, shirtless on rumpled hotel sheets. His bronzed skin was marred by fresh hickeys trailing from his neck to his chest. He slept soundly, oblivious to the camera. Below was a taunting caption: [Asher is with me tonight. Says he could finally relax.]

I try to calm him down in front of the reporter and photography staff. At that exact moment, Ashley walks in with the photographer, deep in conversation. The photographer isn't human like the production assistants. She's a werewolf. Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail and light brown eyes are warm and inviting. She's wearing a thin white cropped t-shirt with a neon yellow bra underneath. There’s a Japanese style dragon tattoo the length of her ribs and her ripped jeans show off her toned legs with tattoos peeking out from the torn bits. “Whoa.” Milo whispers and puts his hand on my shoulder, moving himself behind me..

she asked covering them at once but as soon as she did that Alastor clicked his tongue and removed her hands. “Let me look at them,” he said, just staring at her completely bare boobs. If he had been kissing her or even sucking her nipples then she would be partially hidden but like this she was entirely naked and vulnerable. Noticing her nipples hardening more with goose bumps lining her skin he tweaked one of her pink nipples and asked, “Could you perhaps be embarrassed by this? Are you embarrassed that someone might look at your bare tits and know just how gorgeous they are?”

When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in my head. The bathroom door pulled open, and involuntarily my blue gaze lifted and caught Asher's, stepping out, almost naked with only a blue short cladding around his waist. It was hanging so dangerously low with lines of water running down the bare surface of his chest, down every dotted black ink of the massive tattoo on his chest, leading to his arms and back, every trail of his god-damned muscle, his unbelievably fine abs. Holy fuck, he was hot.

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.

Alyssa's profile had a handful of clearly well thought out photos on display and, unlike every other ad he'd seen on this site, they weren't taken with a shitty cell phone in front of a mirror. No, these were more than selfies meant to show tits and ass. These were art. The first three showed Alyssa wearing high-end lingerie, a black and white top that showed her curves. The next two were a little more risque and shot from behind her, showing one of the sexiest asses Tony had ever seen. There were two topless photos, where she hid her nipples from view in an implied-nude and the last few were full body, head to toe shots of her wearing dark lingerie, fish net stockings and sexy high heels. T

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.

AUTHOR'S POV Rain poured down hard on Tobias Ashford, whose black hair were sticking to his forehead covering his chocolate brown mesmerising eyes, that screamed emptiness. The raindrops traced his straight pointed nose and trailed down to his perfectly shaped thick lips, then finally washed over his all black fitted suit.

I said warily, holding it up like it might bite. “Just try it on, tesoro,” he muttered, like he couldn’t be bothered to argue. He looked exhausted, probably from Catalina poking his temper in all the wrong places. Not wanting to push him further, I nodded and disappeared back into the bathroom. When I stepped in front of the mirror, I wasn’t even surprised by what I saw. The nude off-shoulder dress clung to my body like a second skin, outlining every dangerous curve. My cleavage peeked out boldly, and my nipples made a very clear appearance through the thin fabric—because of course I didn’t have a bra.

I don’t see his car around either. I take out my key and unlock the door. Asher is walking into the room as I enter, but that isn’t what makes my brows shoot up. It’s the fact that he’s naked in just his boxers and has a blonde, unfamiliar girl hanging off his right arm. She’s in just panties and bra, and Asher has his hand around her waist while she giggles at him. It doesn’t take a genius to know what’s happened, but I can’t say I’m not surprised. Though seeing him like this makes me feel less guilty about facing him.