Harley Parrish Nude Novels & Stories

Her bond with that parrot is surprising. I move to my wardrobe and pick out a black dress. Harley bought this for me some days back when we went shopping. I rumple a part in my hand and drop a wry exhale. I loosen the tie of the towel which is around my breast. The towel tumbles to the floor. I am fully naked.

Althea hugs the cook tightly, oblivious to the comfort she is giving the other unintentionally. “I did,” answers the cook, smile half crooked. “Shall we go?” Althea takes the lead, almost skipping excitedly towards the studio. A couple low rank males look at him, only wearing tight yoga pants and a short blouse, with lecherous eyes. One of them going as far as to stick his tongue out to lick his lips. Harley rushes the blonde inside, out of the eyes of everyone. “I’m warmed up and ready to go, Harley,” Althea announces from the middle of the studio.

“I am a patient man, Harley,” Armel stated with a mind-boggling disregard for the truth, “but I’ve had as much as I’m prepared to take from you.” Frozen to the bed, Harley watched him activate the remote to turn off the television before his hands moved to the belt of his robe. “Uhm… Obviously, I was wrong about Mademoiselle Lasalle. I’m sorry,” she muttered thickly. Harley watched him with wide, disbelieving eyes, her blood pounding in her veins when he loosened the belt and shrugged out of his robe to stand before her, gloriously and unashamedly naked.

My lips press tightly together, I nod as best I can. "I'd like to think so. But last time I checked, good girls wear bras." His hands go to the middle of my back, and rips down the zipper to my dress. The front of the gown falls open, revealing my bare breasts. I hadn't opted for a bra since it is so low-cut in the back. Harlan smirks when he sees me nude and uncovered, groping me roughly between his palms. "So fucking naughty," he moans, lips diving to my neck, where he sucks roughly against my skin. "You thought you'd tease me all night, hmm?"

She was meant to be in the bridal party; by all accounts she should be in this photo. I take a deep breath and look over at Astrid. “Here goes.” When I click on the album my monitor is flooded with professional photography of Mikayla’s big day. I scan quickly through the images in search of Harley. I feel my chest constrict when my eyes land on the first image of her, and it’s only her back. She’s in the back of the room taking off her leather riding jacket. My eyes land on her perfectly shaped ass and I feel my dick twitch almost instantly.

Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done. She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.

"Okay, everything looks good. The doctor will be in and then we'll move forward. Can you get changed into this?" When the door closes, Harley scrunches her nose. "I hate getting naked in here. It's always so cold." "First time I've asked, but do you have a female or male doctor?" She giggles. "Gonna get jealous?" "Just curious." Immediately, I can't get the image of a hot dude with tatts, more muscles than I'll ever be able to build, clean nails, and a six-figure bank account out of my head. It's not often I'm intimidated, but I sure am by this person I've never met before.

“Uh… you sure? I mean, I can just wait outside while you do it.” Mrs. Harper smiles wider, almost teasing me. “Don’t be shy, Greg, it’s just lotion. I trust you.” She turns around slowly, pulls her long wet hair over one shoulder, and unties the strings of her bikini top. The fabric falls away completely, landing on the floor. My breath catches in my throat, I can see the soft curve of her heavy breast from the side. She climbs onto the big bed and lies face down, resting her head comfortably on her folded arms. That huge, perfect ass is pointed right at me, barely covered by the thin white bikini bottom.

My breasts bounced free, nipples tight and pink in the cool air. Mark's eyes darkened, fixed on me. I saw his throat bob as he swallowed. "Panties," Doctor Harlan said. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down, stepping out of them. I was completely naked now, smooth shaved pussy exposed, already glistening slightly from the humiliation and arousal mixing in my veins. Doctor Harlan circled me slowly, eyes taking in every inch. "Beautiful," he murmured. "Now sit on the couch, legs spread."

“Everything off.” My hands shook as I pulled off my top and bra, then kicked away my skirt and ruined panties. I was completely naked in front of them while they were still half-dressed. The power imbalance made my pussy clench visibly. Harper whistled. “Nice tits.” Reese pushed me onto the bed on my back. She climbed between my spread thighs, grabbed the strap-on from the floor, and buckled it back on. The thick cock jutted out obscenely as she stroked it, still wet from my mouth.