Ivy Harper Naked Novels & Stories

She was tall, willowy, sun-kissed — a total contrast to Claire’s petite, curvy frame. Now Harper moved behind Claire, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. Claire’s big, beautiful breasts spilled free — full, firm, with dark nipples that begged to be sucked. I’d seen her naked many times in college, but never like this — never with raw sexual energy crackling in the air. They turned toward me, holding hands, bodies on full display. Two gorgeous, nearly naked women — Harper the tall athletic blonde with her thick golden bush, Claire the petite brunette with her heavy tits and smooth shaved pussy lips already glistening with arousal. They looked incredible together.

He stood there, eyes wide, staring at the obscene scene, Harper naked on the couch with Ava’s pussy on her face, Ava’s fingers buried deep inside Harper’s pussy, both of them dripping wet. Harper’s face went pale. Ava slowly lifted her head, lips shiny with Harper’s juices, and looked straight at Jake. Jake stood frozen in the doorway, his bag still in his hand, eyes wide with shock. The scene in front of him was impossible to misunderstand. Harper was completely naked on the couch, legs spread wide, Ava’s face glistening with his girlfriend’s juices, and Ava’s fingers still buried deep inside Harper’s dripping pussy. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Jake’s voice cracked.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

The master bathroom was filled with warm steam, the air thick and hazy. Malakai stood in front of the mirror, a towel hanging low on his hips. He was just about to take it off and step under the spray when the door opened softly behind him. Harper walked in, completely naked. Her skin glowed under the soft bathroom light, carrying a faint flush. Her hair fell in loose and slightly tousled waves over her shoulders, the ends brushing the tops of her breasts. She looked at him with soft, hungry eyes, a shy but playful smile curving her lips.

She had such a beautiful body and those hips which perfectly suited her body were beautiful to see. Ivy stood still and looked at him with a hint of hatred in her eyes that would soon fade away. No matter how much she tried to hate him, she couldn't and didn't understand why. "Take off everything, I want you to be naked," Tarquin said, cuddly. There was no emotion in his eyes as he spoke to her. Tears slipped from Ivy's eyes and her hands went to the hook of her bra. She had never been naked in front of any man before and this was the most humiliating way for things to happen.

he prompted softly, kicking off his shoes and socks while never taking his icy blue eyes off her. Harper Removed her black heels, lowered her black skirt and then her black laced panties, so she was completely naked in front of him. Oliver’s breath caught as she stripped completely bare before him, his gaze drinking in every inch of exposed skin. The sight of her naked form in the dim lighting of his penthouse was even more breathtaking than he had imagined during countless fantasies. She then stepped forward and unbuttoned his pants. “I want to see all of you too,” she whispered seductively. His hands trembled slightly as they assisted her with the remaining buttons on his trouser and the z

Ivory, although she didn’t look like it, was nervous. Sure, she wasn’t a Mary Sue, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a fucking Virgin! And this was a sure reaction from every and any Virgin or non virgin at that, who happens to see a half naked Gadreel. His abs, chest and that V-line, were all like a death trap! A tempting death trap! Sure, she had seen them a couple of times while cleaning his body when he was in a coma, but now…now, it was clear that those gym sessions after waking up weren’t for show.

moment. Thin straps, low back, a thigh-high slit that didn’t ask for permission. I curled my hair, threw on some gold hoops, and painted my lips red. By the time I stepped in front of the mirror, I barely recognized myself. Mrs. Blake? Nah. Tonight, I’m just Ivy.

I rolled my eyes and ignored all of them as I stormed inside and straight up to Harper's bedroom. I tossed my ruined top in the small garbage can next to her bed and slid my bottoms down. "Are you okay?" I screamed at the sound of Asher's voice as I tried to cover my naked body. "Do you mind?!" I was literally completely naked and he just stood there like it was no big deal. "Not at all." He grinned. "Ugh! You are such a pig! Why do girls throw themselves at you?" I grabbed the blanket at the end of Harper's bed and wrapped it around myself.

Harper said, without emotion in her voice. Harper doesn't smile, just talk, her tune never shows any type of emotion, don't even know what she is made up of. "I see you finally opened your eyes, Are you okay?" Vegas' deep yet soft voice asked from the door, I turned to his direction. Vegas stood by the entrance of the door shirtless, his pants hanging on his lower waist, his body resting on the frame as he crossed his hands and legs. So when did he start going shirtless in Jaylen's home? I'm not going to lie, shirtless Vegas was something else, he had the body. My eyes roamed around his body shamelessly, Vegas is really God's favorite.