Jaime Lee Simmons Nude Novels & Stories

Damien sucked her clean, taking every inch of her into his mouth. "The best juice on Earth." Damien said with a smirk. Celestine was still breathing hard from reaching orgasm. She hadn't recover from the mind blowing feeling yet. Damien got out of bed and began to remove his belt. He removed his jean and shorts. His erection sprang free, standing all proud and tall. Celestine looked at his manhood and gulped, she hadn't seen him yesterday clearly. She felt shy seeing Damien's war weapon. He was huge and Celestine could not help but stare at it. Damien found her expression amusing.

He finished. "And if you really wanna make her suffer and make a pretty penny, I have a few friends that would pay handsomely for some alone time with her! Beast or not, she's hot. She has that sweet and innocent kinda of vibe that men like to break!" Simon claimed, his voice low and dirty, making me shudder. "Would they be opposed to being recorded? I am sure the Azure bastards would like to see her again! Even if it's just to see her broken and bloodied!" Luke questioned seriously, making my heart race.

He turned her around again and went on his knees and pulled down her skirt and panties. She was standing naked in front of him. He missed the times she walked out of the bathroom naked, acting like she didn't know he was inside the room. He smiled, remembering how bad she was at pretending, and kissed her on her waxed pussy. He looked up, only to find Simona looking down at him. ‘She was very beautiful; her clear blue eyes, her round and full breasts, slender waist, wide hips, and sexy legs—she was perfect,’ Adrian admitted inwardly as he admired Simona from below.

However, she got into her car using her keys, which had been left on the door of her car, and she began to drive away. She received a video file on her phone but did not stop until she got to the company. At the company, she opened the video file and noticed that Simon was on a bed. He was naked, except for the bedsheet that covered half of his body. Lying beside him was Gia, who was also naked, and their position was very compromising. She stared at the video for a while and decided to call Simon's number again.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

My brain’s catching up to the fact that Connor McLeod is real and apparently interested in me. Which feels medically suspicious. Troy glances over the rim of his mug. “That bad?” Simone lifts her head immediately. “Oh my God, it is Connor. Open it right now.” “You people are parasites.” “And yet here we are,” she says cheerfully. I open the snap before I can lose my nerve. Connor fills the screen instantly. He’s lying in bed, sheets low on his waist, bare chest on display like he knows exactly what he’s doing. His hair’s a mess, flattened on one side, and his eyes look dark and heavy with sleep.

Melissa replied, "I want to try." "Come." He beckoned to her, still seated comfortably. She walked up to him elegantly. Her perfect and well toned body, glowing in the candlelight. She got to where he was seated and stood right in front of him. Simon tore off the tiny cloth covering his nakedness, freeing himself, his erection glaring and ready to enter her comfortably. Without question, Melissa squatted and started rolling her tongue gently round his shaft. This was greeted with a head rub by Simon and she understood it as an invitation to do more.

He asked playfully. Jewel face blushed. Simon is very good looking, he also have a very manly figure. It was such a shame if he really was a man who can't touch a woman's body. Simon laughed out loud after seeing she considered his question seriously. On her embarrassment Jewel pushed Simon away in front of her but as he falls down on the bed he pulled her down with him and landed on top of him. "Sorry… I should have knocked." Simon cousins Kim entered the room and saw them in a compromising position. Simon gets up while still holding Jewel in his embrace. Jewel is too embarrassed to move.

He clears his throat loudly, bringing me back to reality, and extends his arm toward me. "I'm James, Simon's father. I hope I'm not bothering you," he gives me a little smile and shoots me a strange look. "You must be Nihara?" "Yes, it's me. Nice to meet you." His gaze prompts me to look at myself as well, and I startle and blush when I realize I'm wearing just a black satin babydoll. I try to cover myself with my arms in a futile attempt to hide, take a step back to reach the wardrobe, and open it to find something more decent that will actually cover me.

Christian raised both eyebrows, waiting for the other to finish his thought, while the rest of the group watched this little interaction with amusement. " Do you think Wayne Simmons became one of the most respected names in this place by fighting? No, the truth is that he is a spoiled rich little bastard with an influential father. So everyone is afraid to mess with him," Liam explained. " And yet you talked to him like that in the middle of everybody?” " Mr Van Derr Waal is richer and more influential than Mr Simmons," Theo explained. " So, in terms of being a fucking spoiled rich little bastard, Liam wins," Sky concluded, putting a nacho in her mouth amid a debauched smile.