Jakara Mitchell Nude Novels & Stories

Mitha was brought by Jack to the corner of the room, where a large bedroom had been provided. "Uh ... Jack, you seem impatient, huh," said Mitha with a sarcastic smile. Jack grinned mischievously. "You've disturbed the sleeping tiger, Mitha. Prepare yourself so you won't be tired until I'm full!" "It's my pleasure to serve you, my dear..." Jack took off his shirt and pants and even his underwear. Now Jack was completely naked. When Mitha wanted to take off her clothes, Jack first restrained Mitha's movement.

But instead I set the Kindle down and crept to the window. Our apartments faced the same small courtyard. His blinds were half-open like always. Mine were cracked just enough. Moonlight spilled in, and there he was. Jake had her bent over the arm of his couch. She was naked, ass up, face buried in a cushion. He stood behind her, jeans shoved down to his thighs, thick cock sliding in and out slow and hard. Every thrust made her cry out. His big hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back so she arched more.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

“It’s not bullshit though. We have to talk about it sometime and I mean really talk about it, no jokes about breaking my hip. I’m not that old.” Jessica shifted and the sheet exposed her bare hip. “Okay, I’ve got my serious face on. Give it to me.” Malachi smiled and shook his head as she leaned back against the headboard and the sheet slipped lower over her chest, showing the top of her breasts. “I can’t have a serious conversation with you when you’re naked.”

Tell me. Ella: Black. Matching panties too. A lie — I wasn't wearing a bra — but the flirt felt right. My nipples were so hard now, rubbing against the t-shirt with every breath. Jax: Show me. My hands shook as I stood in front of the mirror again. I lifted the t-shirt slowly, exposing my bare breasts — perky, pink nipples tight from the cool air and the excitement. I snapped the pic — just my tits, no face — and sent it before I could chicken out.

It was a screenshot from her roommate, Tasha. The image showed Jayla’s bare breasts, the one she’d sent Justin six months ago when they were still good. Her dark nipples tight from the cold dorm room air that night, the silver hoop piercing glinting under the lamp. Below it, another screenshot: her ass in the mirror selfie, cheeks spread just enough to show the pink slit between them, fingers holding herself open the way he’d begged her to. The caption read: “Campus bicycle finally leaked, who's next?”

Arthur cheated on Jessica with Rilika. They slept together and recorded videos of their intimate night for Jessica to watch. Jessica was heartbroken and had not even fully recovered from the shock. She was an 18-year-old lady who was unable to handle this level of heartache, and Rilika had just done something dreadful to ruin her. Jessica was given a potent drug that made her entire body feel as though it were on fire. She had been focusing hard on finding a place to hide because she did not want to pass out in this area or be taken away by these mobs.

He saw that I was still bare and dripping from the library. "Look at that," Jax whispered. He ran a finger over my opening. "You're still wearing our brand, aren't you?" "Hee-hee-aaa! Oh! Oh!" I cried out as his finger hit my clit. I was arching my back on the mats, my nipples poking hard against my t-shirt. Jace didn't want to wait. He walked over to one of the metal ball racks. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the mats. He pushed my legs wide, wider than they had ever been.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

Mia ground against his bulge, the friction making her wet. She reached down, fumbling with his belt. Jack helped, shoving his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free……thick, veined, and rock hard. Bigger than Julian’s in the photo. Mia wrapped her hand around it, stroking experimentally. The skin was hot and smooth. Jack groaned, hips bucking. She was naked except for her panties, which were soaked. Jack stood too, stripping his shirt. His body was impressive….defined abs, powerful chest and arms. He pushed her back onto the couch, kneeling between her legs. He yanked her panties down and off, spreading her thighs wide.