Jaime Lee Simmons Nude Novels & Stories

Her nipples stood erect from the stimulation, even in the hot water. Simon groaned. “You’re killing me.” “So join me.” He pulled his shirt up over his head. Would she ever get sick of seeing all those muscles? Probably not. She could stare at that smooth, tan skin with the sprinkle of dark hair trailing down his navel into his pants forever. Hmmm…maybe she couldn’t stare forever. At some point all that staring would incite her to jump his bones. Like right now. Tearing off his shoes and pants, Simon finally stood fully nude before her. Steam billowed around her as she beckoned him to join her in the huge shower. He stepped into the water, seemingly oblivious to the drops running over his hai

Hannah replies, though there’s a nervous edge to her voice. Simon leans closer, clearly enthralled, and I nudge her under the water. She pinches my leg in retaliation, making me bite back a laugh. Just then, Jace appears, shirtless. "I'm just going to give you the bottle, as you're already on your third," he points out at Simon. "Ever so kind," Simon responds with a laugh, the bottle already in his hand. I don't hear it. My breath hitches. Gods, how is it legal to look like that?

"So... what's happened? Did Lisa Cartwright 'accidentally-on purpose' post naked pictures again?" "Oh, no, thank God," Krissie gasped before making a puking gesture. "It's Caleb Spencer this time. Apparently, right, he cut some guy's fingers off," Carla revealed. Alice scoffed and screwed her face. "No way." "And the guy is Miss Simmons’s kid," Krissie input, eyes shining with glee. Nobody liked Miss Simmons, but Krissie hated the woman with a fiery passion after having several run-ins with her. The woman was the very definition of a battle axe.

“No. I am going to kill that bastard!” “What?” I asked. He showed me his phone. He’d received a text with a picture of a naked Kimia in bed with some guy. The message read, “You thought this slut would be faithful?” “Do you know the guy in the picture?” I asked, stealing his phone and forwarding the picture and message to Kamron and Nate. Simon shook his head. “I can’t tell if I know him or not from the angle. I just know that when I get my hands on him, he’ll wish he never fucked with my girl.”

There’s a throw on the couch he uses to cover her, yamisa nuggles herself and look at them like it's the first time seeing them Limo: so is this what your doing behind sima's back.? He asked gaining a look from Liam He wouldn’t know where to start, anyway. “Are you okay?” He will never not ask of her wellbeing. She nods. His eyes gradually run down to her legs, “Your knees?” He rushed to her buy Liam pulled him back a back slapped him all this was recorded Liam will do anything to win Sima back at the moment Liam sent the video and location to Sima they turned ger into a cold hurted girl without realizing she reached before anyone could blank

Mimi's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, interrupting the silence. Looking over, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the message appearing from an unidentified number. Trembling hands made her swipe the screen to start the video. Her breath caught as the video began. Simeon sat there, his little body bound to a chair, gagged, and clearly afraid in the dark light of an unknown room. His eyes were large, frantic, and full of dread. Though she couldn't pull herself away from the TV, tears filled her eyes.

Simon closes the door and looks at the scene. - What the hell did you do, Carter? - Nothing. I mean, she was making it difficult. She said I could see, but I couldn't touch. The whore was rubbing herself against me, and I-I,,, Simon looks him up and down. - And you what? - I squeezed her neck to make her complete the job. She's a whore. I was horny. I had to relieve myself. - Are you more relieved now? – Simon asks coldly, making the senator's bodyguards look at the two. – you're an idiot.

Dim lights flooded the private room, loud music blaring from the dance floor as ladies danced on poles in skimpy clothes. Simone sat on a sofa, taking a long drag of his e-cigarette. His misty red eyes lingering on his phone's screen, his expression unreadable. "Simone, do you actually think that he'd come over?" Simone snapped, his eyes holding a certain smugness as they settled on one of his lackeys. "Why not?" He exhaled a cloud of smoke, coughing up a bit. He stretched out his free arm, pulling a scantily dressed lady into his embrace. "I'm all he ever thinks of. He certainly wouldn't want to miss this chance."

The urge to urinate, the reason she had come in here, vanished instantly, replaced by a raw, overwhelming fullness. She looked down. She saw thighs. A stomach. A man's body beneath her. "Who the hell are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Leo's heart slammed against his ribs. "Please," he breathed. "Don't scream. Don't expose me. I'll explain everything." Simi tried to stand up. Her legs wouldn't move. Every time she shifted her weight, his cock pressed deeper into her, sending sparks up her spine. "I can't…" she gasped. "I'm feeling… I can't stand up."

The muffled sounds cut sharply through the silence. They were coming from Simone's room. The door was slightly ajar, leaving a narrow crack. Inside, someone was clearly struggling to hold back their desire. Tania stopped instinctively and peered through the gap. What she saw would haunt her forever. Simone stood with his back to the door, just outside the bathroom. He had a black robe hung loose on his shoulders, revealing the smooth lines of his back. With his head arched back, his Adam's apple bobbed violently. A low, muffled groan escaped his throat, trailing off into a whispered, "Noemi…"