Ivy Harper Naked Novels & Stories

Harper He yanks his shirt over his head, muscles rippling as he opens his jeans and shoves them down his legs. Standing there in just his dark boxers, he nods toward me. “Lose the dress.” I sit up and pull it off in one smooth motion, completely bare underneath. His sharp inhale fills the room as he drops his boxers and wraps a hand around his thick, rigid length, stroking it deliberately. “Touch yourself for me,” he orders, his gaze shifting hungrily between my hardened nipples and my slick, exposed pussy.

Harper, wearing only pants, flaunted his bare chest and abs without a care. "Why won't you call me your husband? You're so tough about it. Or are you saving that title for someone else?"

Yūri shrugged, getting out of the bed without any thought to her being naked. Ivy blinked and quickly looked away. “Oh, it’s fine. We’re all girls here. Well, Hibiki isn’t, but he’s seen me naked.” Yūri snickered but did throw a dress on. “There I’m clothed.” she called out. Ivy sighed, relaxing as she turned around to find it was true. “I’m sorry we woke you. Just got freaked out to wake up in a room I didn’t know. I thought… maybe….”Ivy shrugged.

She didn't want teasing. She wanted Ava's mouth. Ava tugged Harper's robe open and let it fall behind her on the sheets, revealing the soft curves, the perky tits, the flushed skin begging for attention. She paused, admiring the view. "Fuck," Ava whispered, biting her bottom lip. "You've been hiding this body from me all year?" "I wasn't hiding," Harper said, arching her back. "You just weren't ready to see it." "Oh, I'm ready now."

The dress loosens, and my heavy tits bounce free, nipples hardening in the cool air. “Mrs. Harper, wait—” My voice shakes. I try to cover myself with my arms, but she grabs my wrists gently but firmly. “Shh. Don’t be shy. You have such a beautiful body. So curvy. So ripe.” Her voice is lower now. “A girl like you shouldn’t hide these.” I freeze. This is wrong. She’s my best friend’s mother. I’m a virgin. I’ve never let anyone see me like this. “Please… I don’t want—”

Slowly, her hand went up behind her and she tugged the zip of her dress down. Harper turned her attention back to Evan, pulling his chair back closer to her. The sheer anticipation of what was about to happen made Evan's heart race. His cock, still noticeably erect, twitched a little, as if aware of what was to come. By the time Harper wrapped her hand tenderly at the base, Lila was already down to her underwear. Unclasping her bra, she let it slide to the floor. All that separated her from total nudity was her white cotton panties. Harper traced a finger up the side of Evan's shaft, stroking it lightly. Evan shuddered from the sensation that ran up his body. She let the finger linger at his

The door rattled hard. “Open the fucking door right now!” Harper’s voice cracked, furiously. Lena's heart slammed against her ribs. She scrambled out from beneath Everett, her legs sticky with sweat and cum, trying to grab her clothes in a panic. Everett didn’t move fast enough and immediately the door burst open. Harper stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open, her stare landing on the scene: her best friend naked on her father’s bed, sheets tangled, her dad shirtless and still half-hard.

Yve stood there in the open silk robe, her full breasts exposed, nipples hard, and a dark, hungry look in her eyes. She didn’t seem angry, she looked turned on. Really turned on. “Don’t stop on my account,” she repeated softly, letting the robe slip off her shoulders completely and pool at her feet. She was completely naked underneath, her body was curvy and beautiful, she had heavier breasts than mine, wider hips, and smooth shaved pussy already glistening.

I felt relaxed and a little randy. Ivy sat across from me on her bed and pulled off her ankle-high boots, letting them drop to the floor with little thuds. She then stood and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, popping the buttons one at a time as though doing a slow strip tease. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she pulled the open shirt out of her jeans and shrugged it back over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unlike her normal dress code, she was braless, and her sassy breasts stood there in plain view, her nipples dark and tight. This was not the Ivy I knew. I felt a trickle of perspiration run down a rivulet between my breasts.

A huge factor was the fact that my wolf could not stand her, and for once today, I agreed with him completely. She was wearing A cropped, slightly sheer tank clung to her frame, revealing her skin and her nipples that strained against the shirt… something told me that the lack of a bra was intentional. She also had on those short denim shorts that exposed her ass. It did nothing to me. If anything, it made me want her out of my office faster. “What are you doing here, Harper?” I asked, my voice flat and unimpressed. She strutted in, or at least I think she was trying to. It looked more like a pigeon with two left feet trying to move. It was almost embarrassing to watch.