Harley Parrish Nude Novels & Stories

My frown comes when I get to her neck as she unzips her jacket, and it gets more prominent when she looks at the guy carrying who I guess is an unconscious Harley on his shoulder. My gaze is impenetrable matching my changing mood, that is tumbling south, fast when Beggar throws her head back and laughs. Not only does it make my dick hard, but it has the room quietening as many of the men are looking at the black haired beauty. That is exactly what she is, a fucking beauty. Her mouth moves and I wish I could be there beside her to hear that raspy voice of hers talk. She is the reason Harley is caught. She doesn't know that Bull called the club after they took Harley down with the darts.

The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor. Mr. Harlan, fifty-six, broad-shouldered, silver hair still thick, body kept hard by daily gym sessions and sheer arrogance, was fucking a girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. She was bent over the back of his leather couch, completely naked, her perky tits pressed against the glass, nipples hard from the cool surface. Her mouth was open in a silent moan as Mr. Harlan stood behind her, pants around his ankles, driving his thick cock into her pussy with powerful, wet thrusts.

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.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

With tears forming in her eyes Terri continued by saying, "Harold demanded I go with him to his friend Bill Jefferson who owned beauty salon on Main Street and have my whole body waxed clean. Once I was completely naked as instructed, I sat on the table waiting for the person to come in and wax me. I was surprised and embarrassed when Harold and his friend Bill walked into the room. The first thing Bill made me do was lye back on the table and then he lifted each of my legs and put them in stirrups and then he spread my legs as wide as they would go. He didn't even offer me a gown or sheet to cover my body. What was even more embarrassing was Bill is the one who waxed my body, while Harold w

Harley picked up a tiny pink romper and held it up for me. "This is a must!" The one-piece reads 'Daddy's little princess' and features a golden crown. For the next half hour, Harley came in and out of the dressing room. I couldn't care less about what she's wearing, and it must show. When she's in the last outfit, the dressing room door opens a crack. All I see is a finger being crooked at me. On the other side of the door, Harley stands in front of the mirror, dressed in a red hot strapless teddy. I'm not sure where she found it, but I like it. And then the question that has plagued my brethren since the beginning of recorded time.

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

I wasn't supposed to hear her voice in my head in the bathroom. After the bathroom business and changing into a casual black sweatpants and black tee, I jogged to the living room where Harley sitted on one of the couch, her laptop on the seat, her phone in her right hand, a bottle of yoghurt in the second hand and her eyes glued to the TV. "Is Henry not back yet?" I asked, getting Harley's attention for a split second. "You know he is" She drank from the bottle of yoghurt "He's in his room, probably watching p**n"

The moment Harley got hold of him, she held him still, flipping him around so that his front was facing Izzy, and with just one sleek move, she put a nail in his dick. A thundering yelp tore out of my father's throat while he rolled on the floor like a bitch. Izzy tossed the nail gun to Harley and picked my father up from the ground, turning him so that he was facing Harley with a tsk. "You enjoy sticking out your dick for others to see, yeah?" She gritted and put another nail in his dick. My mouth gaped open, not because of what was being done to Dario, but because Harley seemed to care about what was done to me. Disgusting things which I couldn’t completely bring myself to talk about—the t

I actually have a masters degree in theatre arts and hear I am being asked to work as a common personal assistant and that too for a proud psychopath. “You need to calm down Jane. I know how you feel but then there is nothing you can do about it right now till we figure out a way around this” Harley says and places her hand in my arm. I wiggle my head and the scene of how he was whiffing smoke into my face and growling that I am his personal assistant is resounding in my ears. “Come with me so I’d give you the vodka he likes.” Harley rubs my arm while I fold my fist. I just want to unmold his face with this but I think it would happen some other time.