Jasmine Jafar Nude Novels & Stories

Upon hearing it, the door opened, revealing a maid who looked down at her feet “Jasmine, our Alpha is in need of a distraction, and I believe that you can fulfill that before he gets ready to leave” “Yes, beta” she said, and Mattia nodded. He took a step back and grabbed the woman’s arm, causing her to flinch momentarily as he glared at her “one mistake and I will be sure that you pay for it” “I give you my word, I will be doing more than my best” she said, and Mattia nodded before taking a step back, watching as she approached me. He closed the door just as the woman got down on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants, not waiting for me to tell her what to do. Jasmine was one of our m

Only rejection could make Jackson this emotional. Jasmine did not answer; she deliberately got off Jackson's lap and undressed. Normally she would have left her underwear on, but this time she left everything naked. "Are you not interested in my body? Or am I just not the type of woman who can warm you up?" Jasmine was deliberately baiting Jackson. Jackson closes his eyes, feeling that he can no longer hold back this turmoil. He had been holding Jasmine and trying to negotiate, but the bitch was having none of it.

Ivan tried to convince her. "You are an ant in front of Damien and what can you give? You are just a normal thug, and with your 3 inch dick- you can't quench my desires." Amara snarled in disgust. She was self-centered and forgot her true identity, from where she belonged to. "And who you think you are? Just a village slut, I take in as my whore. Do you think you can stand beside Damien. I will see that." Ivan harshly grabbed her hair and throw her on the floor.

Jasmine let out a sigh, thankfully she didn’t suspect anything. “What if I tell you I am gay?” Jasmine smirked playfully. “Then are you the stud or femme.” “I am the stud, check out my manly side.” She coughs out dryly. Her eyes flickering with mischief as she tried to sound smoky. “Hey babe, your lips look lonely, would they like to have mine?” She says deeply. They both fell into a steep of laughter, till their belly could feel the sweet pains of happiness. Just the atmosphere they needed.

“You think I don’t notice? I pretend to be this pure, innocent girl… but I’m not. Not even close.” Before he could respond, Fatima reached up and pulled her hijab off in one smooth motion, letting her long, dark hair cascade down her back. Then she grabbed the zipper of her abaya and slowly dragged it down, revealing the tight, low-cut tank top underneath that barely contained her enormous tits. Yusuf’s eyes widened as her heavy breasts spilled out, barely held by the thin fabric. Her nipples were already hard, poking visibly against the material. “Fuck… Fatima, we can’t…” he started, but his cock was already hardening rapidly in his trousers.

Jade curved her lips up into a wry smile as she stared into the mirror at her reflection. Her black hair which was dripping with water, stayed glued onto her smooth skin, making her look like a goddess - or so she felt. She had washed off her Gothic makeup all that was left was the angelic-looking beauty in the mirror. The innocent-looking face that had ruined her life. She smirked as she turned on her feet and walked out of the bathroom into her room, with only a towel tied around her chest.

Julianne slowly turned around and found a tall, handsome man standing behind her. “It’s okay ladies,” River Jefferson said to the two women. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a love child. The parents’ sin need not be the children’s. And I’ve had the honor of meeting Jasmine Wright. She is Rafael’s childhood friend, not his other woman. But I would definitely not blame him if he becomes smitten with her. She’s an exquisite woman.” Julianne had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing. She slowly stood up from her seat to face River.

She then ran her hands over the chest, stopping them at the nipples to to roll them around seductively, the thought that the body would be pressed hard against hers as they made love driving her wild with erotic desire. She took her hands down to his belt and started unbuckling it, pulling it open, before she excitedly started unzipping the pants. She grabbed the boxers and hooking her fingers into the waistline, she pulled them down to the ground swiftly as Pedro kicked them off his feet. Jasmine held the dick with her hand, she could not wait to get it into her mouth just to get a taste of the salty pre-cum, before it will finally go inside her pussy hole. The thoughts were making her even

“I saw you with her. I saw you kissing her. Not that I care. I mean, I’m just your pretend girlfriend, right?” Chad’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean? I didn’t kiss anybody.” “I don’t get what you’re saying. I didn’t do anything.” Jasmine let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “Oh, really?” She threw a handful of clothes into her suitcase. “So what? My eyes were deceiving me?” “I didn’t kiss anybody.” That wasn’t the way she had seen it. Jasmine scoffed. “Right. Of course. My mind just decided to make up images of her hands being all over you.”

Two hours later, Jasmine sighs and swipes her arm across her forehead. She’s kneeling in the center of the shoes, with smears of polish on her bare arms and legs. Her own heels have been kicked off, abandoned by the armchairs with her carefully folded coat. She’s barefoot, dressed only in a silvery cocktail dress—the world’s most unlikely maid. Ariq pokes his head around my office door, sending a baffled frown in Jasmine’s direction before glancing at me. I rise from behind my desk and stroll over to meet him.