Jasmine Peterson Nude Novels & Stories

He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair, like a statue carved specifically to ruin women like me. His hands went to his belt. "Do you want this, Avery?" His voice was rough, strained. "Tell me now." "Yes." The word came out breathless. Desperate. "God, yes." The belt came undone. The trousers followed. And when he stood before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, every inch of him hard and ready and utterly magnificent, I forgot how to breathe.

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4

The softness just above her ankles. By the time she stepped out of them, Jasmine was trembling all over. Her body buzzed, alive with sensation, her skin hot to the touch, her pussy dripping with moisture. She stood before him—completely bare and naked to him. Jerald looked up at her with eyes that burned, not just with desire, but with admiration. There was no cruelty there. No judgment. Only a quiet kind of awe. Like she was the most fragile, powerful thing he’d ever held.

Hair falling in waves to her shoulders, bewitching green eyes staring at him from beneath lashes so thick they were almost sinful. And oh god! She was naked. Fate was tormenting him with an image of Jasmine Grey in all her naked glory. Now he could see those rosy nipples, her luscious curves. And holy shit! The nest of curls covering her mound was the same rich auburn as the hair on her head.

And when Mathias comes home, I will tell him what those sick fucks tried to do to his twin. I returned, and Jasmine had stripped down completely naked. I asked her to take off her clothes, not her underwear. I froze in my tracks. She was a beauty. Curvy, silky smooth, unmared skin, delicate features. Her breasts were firm and rounded. I tried to avert my gaze, but I couldn't. I had seen so many naked women, but Jasmine was a goddess. I averted my gaze to control myself and led her to the bathroom. "Get in the tub and sit," I said, and she did as I had told her.

~~ Jasmine had just come out of the washroom after taking a bath, she was naked and only a towel was wrapped around her wet body. She suddenly heard a whistle and turned around to see Niam standing against the door and was staring at her up and down with hungry, greedy eyes, filled with lust. Jasmine shivered and glared Niam as she said, “What the hell are you doing here get out!” she said as she kept her hands on her chest and shivered against his gaze. Niam licked his lips as he looked at Jasmine up and down, and when Jasmine saw the little tent in Niam’s pants, she swallowed and felt a little scared but at the same time she felt a little excited as well as curious when she saw that.

Jasmine's body was calm now she watched as Caspian and I undressed quickly. We stripped off our clothes, leaving our joggers and vest in a messy pile on the floor with her discarded PJs. Kalean left his joggers on, staying on the floor. The moment she saw Caspian's cock her eyes widened her gaze locked on it like she couldn't believe her eyes. "Thats…that's huge," she gasped, I smirked, leaning down to press my lips against her ear. "You should see Kalean's cock then, It's a monster cock," I told her, her face burned in a cute blush that crept all the way down her neck.

Jasmine repeated, "you really are from the island." "I'm your English slut, your French whore, your teenage dream," Dana declared, even though she was in her early twenties. Jasmine continued fucking her teenage dream, yet another fantasy of hers was becoming a reality. Although she was mostly submissive and a born pleaser, once in a while she fantasized of domming a young girl, disciplining a student who had pissed her off. Imagining Jenna, an eighteen year old student from last semester who was a pain in the ass submitting to her had occurred a few times and now Jasmine had her own teenager to dominate. These thoughts had Jasmine thrusting hard and deep into her slut's ass, each deep forwa

Jasmine's POV. I felt boneless after the sex marathon last night. It was deep bone curling and I could feel my inside screaming hallelujah. It had been a long time since they had received such lovely oiling, and I felt their pain deep inside my soul. "How are you doing?" Mr. Blackwood inquired afterward before jumping on his feet. "I should get you something to clean up." He said before walking away. I was in a Zen mode, unwilling to think of anything besides how I could just lay and forget every problem that I had.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.