Jaz Sinclair Nudes Novels & Stories

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

I wanted him to see exactly how ready my greedy little cunt was. I laid out the completed assignment on the desk, books stacked neat, chair pulled out like a proper little student slut. My hands shook with anticipation as I waited. At exactly four the door opened. Mr. Sinclair stepped in, looking deliciously stern in that black button-up, sleeves rolled up to show those sexy tattoos snaking over his forearms. His eyes raked over me immediately, slow, hungry, lingering on my hard nipples poking through the thin fabric, then dropping to my bare thighs and the way my tiny skirt rode up.

When I pulled back Zara was watching, biting her lip hard. Kai laughed low. "Your turn, baby." Zara didn't even think. "I dare all of us to take our clothes off. Right now." No one argued. Shirts hit the floor first. Bras next. Jeans shoved down. Underwear last. The room smelled like sweat and perfume and something darker, Four naked bodies in the dim light. Zara's skin glowing brown and smooth, tits full and pierced. Kai tall and lean, cock already hard and thick curving up. Jace broader, tattoos snaking down his arms, dick long and veiny, head flushed dark. Me—curvy hips, soft stomach, nipples tight from the cool air and the way they were all staring.

“Shit,” Hudson hissed under his breath as we heard Sophie walk towards the male’s bathroom. He yanked his hand away like I’d burned him, stepping back so fast that he almost hit the opposite wall. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, chest rising and falling too fast. The front of his jeans was obscenely tented, the dark denim doing nothing to hide how hard he still was.

I shouted my body twisting under their hold the hot stream wetting their shafts and balls making the thrusts sloppier the mess adding to the dirtiness my clit pulsing harder from the humiliation. The girls filmed every second Thalía close to my pussy capturing the three cocks stretching me her voice breathless. “Shes pissing while they breed her, our bride is a total whore!" Jovana focused on my face, her phone shaking as she laughed. “ Her eyes are rolling like that Seraphina you are loving those three dicks in your hole scream more for the camera!"

I said, trying to change the topic as fast as I could, and strapping my seatbelt on. “Perfect. Always sweeping the convo under the carpet,” Clara raised a brow, resting her elbow on the window. “Well, if we’re not gonna have that conversation, then I have nothing to say to you.” I nodded, started the engine, and zoomed off. **** I sprawled on my bed watching pictures of hot, sexy girls on p*rn hub, and damn, they turned me on. It was just a matter of seconds before I started feeling my dick twitching in my pants at the sight of their humungous titties and mind-blowing rear view. Some even had their legs wide apart, exposing their… You know what I mean.

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I just took two steps back until my back touched my bare butt-cheek. My eyes flashed towards the girl, her mascara was all over her face from tears. She was snuffling when Nikola’s scream ripped my train of thoughts. “SHE IS A FUCKING WHORE!” He gnashed at Luciano’s face. I could notice Luciano punched him because his face was turned down. Jennifer was sliced into worrisome.

To show her respect, I have to finish my drink too. Just after I finishes my drink, I feel a little dizzy. "Do you know how much I've been following Leo Wilson?" Saundra Davis asks me with a smile. I shake my head in a daze. She nods to the necklace on my chest, "I know he auctioned off a sapphire necklace and said he was going to give it to the woman he fell in love with at first sight, don't you dare try and fool me, bitch." With that, she pushes dizzy me, as fast as she can, off the pool.

she gasped, "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" "Then come for me," Mr. Sinclair demanded, one hand snaking around to circle my clit. "Let him see how well I make you scream." My clit tingled under his touch. His fingers rubbed it's throbbing tip and with a cry, I shattered. The walls of my pussy clamped down around Mr. Sinclair's cock. He held my neck upright, fisting it while my body shook, squirt shooting out of me at eighty miles per hour. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a satisfied sigh.