Jaz Sinclair Nudes Novels & Stories

The word mademoiselle rolled off his tongue, funneled in a coiled, seductive tone. - - - - The jacuzzi brimmed with warmth, water trembling softly at the edge. Nat was already inside, relaxed like a king in a bath of soapy water with a floral fragrance. The low light softened everything and set the tone for the moment. Zara stood before the mirror gathering her hair into a loose bun. The towel slipped from her shoulders with such ease, as if it had never truly belonged there. She moved calmly like a cat in a slowed, unhurried pace, revealing her features. She was a Nubian goddess with the perfect round breasts, and curves. Her soft round ass enticing in the open. It looked like perhaps she w

When they come back downstairs dressed in their pyjamas, I head upstairs to take a quick shower. Standing in the shower, I remember how Selina’s bikini bottoms had ridden up. I then think about all of her playful actions and her stunning body, and I feel my cock grow. I grab my hard cock and stroke it furiously to the after image of Selina in her bikini and then some of the outfits I have seen her in, like the miniskirts, the extremely low cut tops, and the form-fitting T-shirts that cling to her curves. Suddenly, the image of her on her hands and knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth pops into my head. “Oh fuck, Selina.” I moan quietly, shooting a massive load of cum to the drain.

She straightened, turned toward the shower stall to polish the chrome fixtures—and froze. Ethan Sinclair stood naked under the last faint trickle of water, one hand still on the control panel, the other loosely at his side. Water sluiced down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridged abs that looked carved from marble, and lower, following the sharp V of his hips straight to the heavy, thick length of his cock hanging between powerful thighs. Even soft, it was obscene—long, veined, the flushed head already glistening from the shower. As she stared, it twitched once, thickening visibly under her gaze. Her breath caught. The playlist thumped on, but the rest of the world went silent.

Hundreds of candles flickered in the sand, and the bonfire roared higher than ever before. I was carried out of the villa on a golden litter by four crew members, completely naked except for the diamond collar locked around my neck and a thin golden chain that connected my nipples and clit. My body was already a masterpiece of debauchery, covered in fresh and dried cum, bite marks, handprints, and swollen, leaking holes from the previous days of nonstop use. Damien Sinclair waited for me at the center of the platform, wearing only white linen pants, his muscular chest bare. His five billionaire friends and the full crew of twenty men formed a wide circle around the platform, all of them nake

It’s got a heated floor, good for any place that seems to be stuck in an eternal winter, as well as shower that has like a gazillion different jets that can spray you all at once, making your cleaning time that much less. I begin stripping from my clothes, tossing the grey stained tank top and pair of black jeans I was given as uniform for my time in the prison. I’m going to burn that shit when I have the chance and maybe even this Chloe girl if I end up meeting her today. I head into the glass encasement once I’m free of all that nasty clothing ad immediately turn on all the jets, setting it to one of the hottest water settings possible. It’s just under the temperature that my skin can shri

***SUMMER'S POV*** I am so pissed off at Sinclair for fucking lying to you, all these men rounding up in the house, and that gives me chills. Jasmine has younger features and when she smiles, I see how worried she looks. When Sinclair walks in, I watch Jasmine stand and follow Sinclair, and her voice is muffled when she starts speaking. "I need to get home before dad stomps in this place," her muffled voice passes through the air and I listen to their conversation, not even ashamed one little bit

Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist. Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her. God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she allowed herself to have sex with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.

Ginger Ryan knows all about getting herself off, and boy, is she going to have a blast teaching her new student all of her naughty tricks. Oh, you’re so adorable in that cute red skirt and white blouse. Now take them off slow and easy. Ah, such a lovely young body... to tender and fresh. Oh, yes... that little bra is so perfect for those cute breasts. Yes, slide the straps off your smooth shoulders... oh, wow, look at those cute and pert beauties. Caress them, slide your hands under them and press them together... squeeze those perfect globes lovingly. Feel those rosebud nipples rising up against your palms, and keep caressing the sensitive flesh. Do you feel that cosy warmth building up bet

The redhead looked up at her, her eyes wide with anticipation as she gazed up at the tantalizing V at the top of Zia's naked thighs as if in a trance. Zia's hand traced down over her firm tummy, then lower, to her naked loins. Her fingers spread the fleshy lips of her plump pussy, revealing the pink, moist folds within. A dribble of golden fluid leaked, offering scant warning of the powerful torrent of girl piss that immediately followed. Etta flinched in shock as a splattering deluge of hot pee cascaded down onto her naked tits. She gasped, then arched her back, offering up her petite breasts to the cascade. Nipples perked to instant attention, throbbing as the downpour continued.