Ivy Harper Naked Novels & Stories

I walked barefoot to the living room and waited as the elevator dinged as the doors slid open and there she was. She wore a plain white blouse and black skirt, her hair twisted up in a knot, and her cheeks pink from running or anger or both. Her eyes went straight to my naked chest and stayed there. She swallowed hard and I watched her throat move. I leaned against the wall and folded my arms. “Are you done staring?” She snapped her gaze up and color flooded her face. “I’m sorry. I just. You’re not wearing a shirt.” “You’re quite observant.” My voice came out rough from the whisky and the yelling and the not sleeping. “What the fuck are you doing here, Harper?”

Ivy gasped, breath shattered, her body twisting beneath her. “Fuck, Harper—don’t stop—please—” Harper didn’t. She fingered her harder, faster, tongue relentless, until Ivy came so violently she nearly blacked out, her scream muffled by her own hand over her mouth. But Harper wasn’t done. She pulled away only to say, “Your turn.” Ivy blinked, dazed. “What?” Harper laid back, pulling off her own tank top, revealing bare skin and flushed cheeks. She shimmied out of her shorts, spreading her legs and crooking a finger. “Come here.”

ALINA It seems Ivy has been here before. The confidence she was walking with and how her head was held high. I was impressed and inspired. If there was anyone I could point out and say I wanted to be like, she would definitely make the cut. And the fact that she is nice, really sweet, it helped a lot. She didn’t bat an eyelash at the naked people doing things in public. Either she knows what is going on here, or she just doesn’t care about all the nudity.

It was hell on earth. She saw a woman with dreadlocks whose skin was as dark as coal. She looked just like a hippopotamus, but she was only dressed in a pink tank top that was as thin as a feather. For some reason or another, Harvey was lying still as she straddled him, looking like he would rather be dead. It was too stimulating a scene for Irene, so she quickly turned around, and found James had appeared behind her without her notice. "Dr. Tanner. Were you looking for Harvey?"

I walked inside, my footsteps echoing in the vast, hollow space. "Harper?" I called out. My voice felt small, swallowed by the shadows. "You actually came," a voice drifted down from a rusted catwalk high above. Harper stepped out of the darkness. She wasn't wearing the soft, "pregnant" clothes from the video, the carefully curated outfit designed to win public sympathy. She was wearing a leather jacket and a smirk that made my skin crawl. She descended the stairs with a slow, rhythmic grace, her boots clicking against the metal.

My cock twitches traitorously at the memory of pumping load after load into her bare, unprotected cunt, but the weight of Harper's words about the possible baby hits me hard. I try to slip out quietly, but Julia stirs and wraps her plump fingers around my morning-hard shaft, stroking me lazily. "Mmm, morning, Griffin," she purrs, her voice husky with sleep and fresh desire. "Did you sleep well with your face buried between my fat tits all night?" Before I can respond, the bedroom door swings open. Harper stands there in nothing but a short silk robe that hangs open, revealing her perky breasts and shaved pussy.

She quickly shimmied it off her hips, letting it hit the floor. I looked at Harper’s petite, naked body in front of me. Her breasts looked huge on her tiny frame, but they were certainly the same size as her sister's were. They were probably a 32D, though, instead of a 36D like Lily’s . She obviously enjoyed being looked at this way, biting her lip like she was. I did a quick circle in the air with my finger, and she did a sexy little turn. Her ass looked fantastic while she stood up, taut and lean, with a giant red hand print on the left cheek.

Ivy was afraid that she might lose the job she had just found, so she nodded. “Okay.” The thin figure that carried the cinder blocks back and forth attracted the man Inside a sports car on the roadside. Shabbiest clothes, long wavy hair without bangs, no makeup, and a small face- that is indifferent. This chick looks cold beautiful, and like someone who has an insane level of self-restraint. I'm 70% sure she's still a virgin. Zayn, if I get this

"It is not fair. You have already seen me, yes? That was true. I'd seen her on my table, completely uncovered, and she was a goddess. Fair was fair. I leaned back without ever breaking eye contact and slowly raised my arms over my head. She grabbed the hem of my gray tank and lifted. I gasped as the cool air touched the skin of my belly. My top landed on the floor and Iryna pulled me close, wrapping her arms around me as her mouth explored my sternum and the valley between my breasts. Her hands began working at the clasp to my nude colored bra, and moments latter it was being drawn forward around my shoulders. Iryna pulled away to see what she had revealed, and I forced myself not cover up.

Ivy asked "No, telling him with words just how shameless her favourite daughter is, won't do. That is why I took pictures of you both being naked and a video of you when you were in the act. I got to give it to you sis, whoever that man behind you is, he is such a god in bed, I mean I almost dropped the phone while I watched you both, after we are done with this, you should lend him to make me feel all those things too." She said dreamingly "Do whatever you want to do, you might want to call out the entire court for this." Ivy said