Ivy Harper Naked Novels & Stories

“Oh, I'd better leave that part to Alex. Come on, the sooner the better, Harp.” Harper chuckled softly. She grabbed the sunblock that Amber handed her and started rubbing lotion on her bare back. "I'm curious about Tyler's reaction." “He would just get angry. I can handle it.” Amber lay on her stomach while looking at the men passing by around her. She had to admit that Tyler was right. The men always glanced at Harper. Especially after Harper took off her clothes and left only her ivory white bikini on her pale skin. Harper is damn hot. “Alex, how are you feeling so far?”

I approached the half-open bathroom door and saw her. The vapor empañaba los cristales, but her silhouette was clear. Ivy was under the shower, with the water sliding down her shoulders, going down the curve of her back and getting lost in the roundness of her buttocks. Her nakedness was a visual assault; her firm breasts, her narrow waist, and the curve of her hips were absolute perfection. My cock reacted immediately, tensing against my pants with a painful pressure. I got rid of the suit in seconds, leaving the clothes thrown on the floor, and entered the glass cubicle completely naked.

Fuck this woman is something else. I lay back down and graciously as requested, begin to slide my bottoms down my legs until they reach my mid-thighs. “Your body is amazing, Levy.” Harper lowers her head and begins to trace the cut of my abs one by one. Her tongue is warm and wet, I can just imagine it licking my shaft. “You should model motorbikes, Levy. All bare-chested straddling your bike with all the humming between your legs.” I open my eyes wide, damn she has a fierce imagination.

That was Harper's goodbye. So, the one who was supposedly frail and suffering from a fading wolf spirit was Harper all along. And Ivy, she knew. She had always known her sister was suffering in her place, yet she had complacently enjoyed the fruits of her sister's fading life, even secretly obstructing the truth from coming out. When he got back, Ryker pulled up Harper's bank records. When he saw that Ivy had transferred all the money to buy herself jewelry and limited-edition crocodile-skin bags, he laughed like a man possessed.

Harper said meaningfully. Vittoria paled and nodded nervously. "Yes..." Harper was planning to drug Ethan, then have a reporter sneak in and snap scandalous photos of her and Ethan sleeping together in a hotel room.

Harper sighed, standing up as she pulled her top over her head. "Bold of you to think I wasn't prepared for this?" Harper bragged when the top came off and revealed a tinier top with no straps. It was hilarious to watch her spin her cloth around till she lost her grip, and it went flying to the large body of water. "Damn! I loved that top!"

I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could hear the soft rustle of fabric. “When I release the box, I didn’t want to live anymore. Even when I woke up today, I thought I was already dead.” She opened the curtains just a crack, enough for the soft ligh to filter through, casting shadows on the room. I held my breath. Harper was wearing a black and white lingerie set. It wasn’t just any lingerie—it was... playful. The kind that teased. Fuzzy straps crisscrossed over her chest, just barely covering the essentials, with delicate chains hugging her slender waist. Thin ribbons framed her hips, barely holding together her tiny thong.

he said while turning on his camera. "Then?" "Then I start to turn on my camera to take pictures of you. As soon as I captured the picture you're gone in my sight then I look at the picture in my camera just to find out that you are just in the lake." As the camera screen bright he go to the gallery and handed me the camera with the picture where Hilary is up in the sky looks like she's flying. Why would she do such a thing?

She smells like lilacs. I am in so much trouble. Harper is strawberry blonde with long hair that curls in soft waves, begging to be wrapped around a man’s wrist. Her eyes match her dress perfectly, a cheerful aquamarine. With a smoking body and the cutest little sprinkling of pale freckles across her nose, there is no doubt in my mind she would be incredible in bed–but that’s not why we’re here, I remind myself. “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy” begins playing in my head on a loop, and it’s all I can do not to snicker at my stupid thoughts. Though I can see Harper riding my tractor, perched right in my lap. Suddenly, my pants feel a little too tight.

To my surprise, her response was a chuckle. "I'll be right back," she smirked before disappearing up a flight of stairs. I felt my heart steady before running my fingers through my hair. "Holy shit," I sighed while shaking my head. I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face to reawaken my senses. That just happened. I turned around and picked up my shirt before tossing it next to my drink. I finished the last whiskey before Callista strolled back down the stairs. She wore a loose robe in place of the dress, no bra, no underwear. How will this make Ivy feel?