Jakara Mitchell Nude Novels & Stories

Let the dress fall to the floor. I stood there naked in front of four guys. “Fuck,” Marcus breathed. “Jake wasn’t lying. She’s perfect.” “Come here,” Jake said, sitting back down on the couch. I went to him. He pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him. Spread my legs wide over his thighs. Now I was completely exposed to his teammates. “Look at her,” Jake said. His hands cupped my breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He pinched my nipples. I gasped.

Jake's door was ajar—just a crack, but enough moonlight spilled out to illuminate the scene. He was sprawled on his bed, joggers shoved down to his knees, one massive fist pumping his cock. Fuck. It was even bigger than I'd fantasised: nine inches easy, thick as my wrist, veins bulging along the shaft like ropes. The head was swollen purple, leaking precum in shiny beads that he smeared down with his thumb. His other hand clutched his phone, screen glowing with my latest I*******m pic—the one in that tiny bikini at Brighton, arse arched perfectly, tits spilling out the sides. "Delilah... fuck, sis, look at that tight little arse," he muttered, voice hoarse. His hips bucked, balls drawing tig

That unease was shattered by Elara’s soft call, her voice reaching out for Mitchell nearby. Jax was partying with the young wolves by the bonfire, celebrating getting rid of Sera, their "gloomy" future Luna. In the mental image, Jax’s arm was slung carelessly over Elara’s shoulder. They were dancing wildly, and the sight of it just grated on Mitchell. He felt a strange irritation. He shot an ice-cold mental command straight at Jax. Jax’s voice came back, slurred with booze and annoyance, "Mitchell? Can't you see we're having a goddamn good time?!"

SEX WITH THE PHOTOGRAPHER AND HIS MODELS Sally and Jenny exchanged a glance. They knew the beach was secluded, but taking off their bras? They both glanced at Jake, who arched a brow in expectation. Sally felt her pussy throb so hard. Who cared what was happening. She needed release. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the sand and watched Jenny follow suit. Their breasts, full and perky, were now on full display. Jake whistled, licking his lips hungrily. Marcus grinned. Perfect. He now had videos for their p**n site. Two lovely models getting fucked on the beach.

The man asked me and I don't know if he was annoyed with me because I mistook him for a bartender or maybe he was just acting annoyed to make me feel nervous. "You look like my next mistake, Jake." I jokingly replied to him causing him to frown at me. Jake Andrich is also known as Jakipz, the online celebrity who's famous for his thirst trap photos, his pictures are all jack-off worthy. But Jake became more famous because of his OnlyFans account where he posts nude videos and photos. Jake Andrich was like a sex god, his body was so beautiful even if it was full of tattoos, but I think it suited him well. He is the perfect definition of the words, 'gentleman but somewhat rude' because his han

"Now it's your turn. Take your shirt and jeans off. You can leave your underwear on, however." Sure thing," replied Mitchell as he looked at Christine and saw her and her sisters smiling. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Next, he turned his back to the Leonard family and began to lower his jeans. Unknown to anyone, Mitchell had hooked his thumbs into his underwear as well and lowered them with his jeans for a short distance. "Actually, I went commando today and don't have any underwear on. I hope that doesn't make any difference, Nell," stated Mitchell with a straight face as his butt slowly came into view.

Jessica smirked. "Alright, where's this itch?" Kanyon couldn't wait to scratch her back so she could spill the beans about Selene when he noticed Jessica taking off her clothes. “The itch is right here,” Jessica let out while pointing at her private area. "Can you see if you can get it for me?" She sat down on the couch, careful not to bother the hand with the IV, and then she spread her legs wide for Kanyon. Kanyon didn't need for his wife to tell him twice. In less than ten seconds, he was naked and pumping inside her.

Amara began, not exactly sure how to tell him that two of the photos weren’t appropriate, without sounding like a prude or giving him a wrong impression. “A few of the photos, they’re-“ She hesitated, not finding the words to explain. Jake examined her expression or rather, reaction for a few seconds, sorting a few things that could make her hesitate after wanting desperately to have his protection and coming to one common and very much expected occurrence when it came to stalkers. “Nude?” He finished for her. Amara was shocked. She didn’t think he’d figure that out on his own, so the only logical answer was that the man had experience with such cases.

The surprise, causes satisfaction in Adhara, who gets dangerously close to the retreating man, but, not fast enough. Adhara, with a slight movement, pushes him and he falls sitting on the bed, with his underwear still in his bag. She, knowing she couldn't give in, climbs up his legs, straddling him, not at all ashamed to be naked. “So, my dear alpha, don't I measure up to you? Don't I have a good body?” “You h-have...” whispers Jareth and seeing that he has stuttered, clears his throat “you look good. But...”

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.