Jasmine Skye Nude Novels & Stories

“Come on in! It’s perfect!” “Fine, but turn around!” Lia ordered. He obeyed immediately, hands up in surrender. Lia quickly removed her clothes and waded into the lake, gasping softly at the coolness. “You can turn now,” she called. Damien turned and froze. The sunset painted gold across her skin, her damp hair framing her face. He couldn’t look away. “You’re staring,” Lia pointed out. “Sorry… I got lost in your eyes,” Damien said, voice lower than before. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Get outta here, perv.” She composed herself, pasted on a smile, and returned. “Here, dear, have some juice. I’ll go get her right away.” Skye remained standing. Her eyes had already scanned the place—no one else was around. Her voice dropped a note. “No need. Just get her. I’m in a hurry.” Still smiling, the woman brought the glass closer, wafting her perfumed wrist near Skye’s face. “Come on, just a sip—”

The cold rain lashed against my face, yet I felt not the slightest trace of chill. I had just taken out my phone when Charlotte O'Brien's call came through. Seeing the words "Her Majesty" on the screen, a wave of nausea rose in my throat. I accepted the call. Charlotte's voice was as cold and unwavering as ever, as though the woman who had just been flirting at 30,000 feet was someone else entirely. "I want a brand-new pair of Givchi black stockings. Have them delivered to the aircraft in ten minutes," she ordered.

Zephyra splashed into the water. Before thinking about all the water that had entered into her nose, she looked around for the woman. She saw a shadowy figure swimming away from Fantascia. The first thing she noticed was that the woman was swimming at great speed with her webbed feet. Everything was visible to her. Why was everything visible to her? Before she could squeeze more out of the second she was inside the water, Bailewick had tied a rope around her and pulled her out. The next second, she was riding Bailewick live a pair of water skies.

Her skin was fair and flawless, soft and smooth. He kissed her chest down to her belly button. His hands played around her abdomen. Celestine was ashamed of making sound and she tried to shut the eratic sounds coming from her heart. She wanted more. His every touch was driving her crazy but she could not blunt it out. Damien teased her more. He brought down her panties and her well shaved public area was before his eyes. He wanted to see her deep and let his mouth drink her wine. Damien held her waist and Celestine subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her butt and took her to his bed.

They may not like me, but at least when they're near, other students can't kill me. Ahead of me, Rowan, Seyla, and Lyra, all link arms as they giggle in excitement. I slow my pace slightly to keep a distance. I don't want my sour mood to bring down theirs. I glance up at the night sky, and I gasp. I stop walking altogether as I take in the millions of stars lighting the sky. I almost forgot how beautiful the night sky is.

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.

The smell of arousal, sex, sweat and alcohol fills the room, overriding the expensive fragrance that is sprayed everywhere in an attempt to override the other smells, but it fails to do so… I spot one that seems decent enough. She’s nude, save some tassels covering her nipples and a thong. She has a large tattoo on her waist and, with her short black hair, she reminds me a little of Skyla. Nothing as pretty or alluring as Skyla, but she’ll do. Somehow, she’s left a mark on me. I have dreamt of her more than once and I can’t wait until I am buried in her pussy once again.

When the four of them are together, it's hard to keep up with everything going on in their lives, so it's nice to catch up one on one sometimes, as they were doing now. "How are things with Skye?" Eden asked as she flipped through the pages of a Vogue magazine. Skye is Cassandra's Norse god of a boyfriend with abs and muscles for days and the greyest eyes Eden's ever seen. He was sweet to a fault too. "He's good." Her friend replied absently. "But?" Eden nudged.

As Skye showers, I started to cover up the Hickeys that Skye's left on my neck, and then I put on some light makeup to compliment my outfit. I'm wearing the outfit that I bought from Zion Earlier. Then Skye emerges from the walk-in closet, and damn she is hot. She's wearing light brown high-waisted slack pants along with a white crop top and light brown blazer completed with gold jewelry and White heels. Skye smiled at me and extended her hand, "Let's go???"