Jazmine Gifford Nude Novels & Stories

My stomach churned violently again, worse than when I had seen the photos. Cassie tilted her face up to ask for a kiss, and Zane didn't push her away. He just smiled helplessly and tapped her forehead. "Stop playing around. Someone might see us." Still, she continued swinging his arm and cloyingly whined, "So what if they do? Your fiancee loves you so much that even if she finds out, she'll just assume I'm the one seducing you."

I laugh at my own nervousness and playfully push her back on the bed. "I'll do it." I tell her, lifting her feet and removing her shoes and socks. "Now the jeans?" I ask. "Now the jeans." She says, leaning back and shoving them down over her hips. I watch her tits bounce from side to side as she wiggles out of her jeans. Grabbing the pant legs, I pull them off. What a sight! Jasmine is lying back on my bed in just her black thong, smiling at me. Her thick black bush pushes against the thin material covering her pussy and stray hairs curl around the edges of it. I want to take it slowly, but I can't wait to see her completely naked. It's like I'm afraid that at any time I could wake up and fi

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

"Your mother gave me approval. You should stop disappointing your parents and own up to your responsibility. I am your responsibility, Grayson Dolan. And I doubt if your employees will be pleased to know that their boss is addicted to using swear words." Tiffany chuckled, moving to his door. Grayson was almost relieved that she was probably leaving. He wanted to call her back to take her filthy lunch bag with her when he realized what she was doing. She had locked the day before proceeding to undress herself. Grayson wasn't moved. He sat back at the chair and stared at her from the moment she threw off her bucket hat, slipped off her jumpsuit. She was wearing no bra so her large breasts boun

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Cristine exclaimed. Samara couldn't believe that her friend had such a personality. She knew Cristine for being talkative but not so vulgar. “Hmmm! And you know what? Until now, Ate Gerlie couldn't get over him! She says she didn't see Master Jasson at the exclusive bar where they met anymore. And to think that I've only seen him in magazines in his formal attire, but hell, the garter of my undies loosened when I saw how handsome he is. Then boom! Who would have thought I'd have a chance to enter his house and see him wearing just his swim shorts? My Gooosshh! I thought my undies had fallen off!” Elizha squirmed.

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

Perrin “Jaz, what are you doing here?” She was wearing a spaghetti-strapped slip, material thin enough to be see-through. Her full breasts were on clear display fabric, dark nipples already taught peaks beneath as they stretched the thin material across them. My arousal was instant, and she eyed me up and down from the bed. “Well?” she mused. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” “Obviously.” I motioned at my shorts. “But I thought you had to work?”

Remaining herself in her underwear. He was silent, he also removed his clothing and stopped removing his clothes that covered his intimate parts. "Ready? You don't want to open it again?" Jasmine shook her head. "Okay."He lifted Jazzy's body which was only covered in nude underwear then put her in a bathtub filled with warm water and herbs.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.