Jennie Jacques Nude Novels & Stories

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

She chugs the glass of alcohol, intentionally pouring the contents on her exposed chest. She had stripped off her clothes before her first match. Now, she's only in a breast tube, and baggy trousers, advertising her hot body for the rest of the tavern to see. And it does exactly what she wants— men drool over her as she flexes her physique. “Who wants to challenge her next? Place your bets, people!” Shaking my head at the cocky smile on Jacqueline’s face, I scoot into a corner on the long, circular table. I want to be away from the people.

Meanwhile Jennie and he were still naked, there was literally nothing on their body, she was making line of powder with the help of card and make a roll with dollar note and inhale those high dose of drugs, after inhale she was high now, she already took more than she needed to, on the other hand he sat behind her and rubbing his private part on her asshole, she squirmed. "Jacob !! What am I lack??? Am not beautiful, not smart enough...then why Axel doesn't love me, Why Why ?????" hearing her words his movement stop, she was still thinking about that rascal, but he remained silent.

Her gaze fell on the two naked girls tangled up on the floor, Tina pinned beneath Stacy as she sucked on her tits. "Well fuck me sideways," Jenna slurred, eyes wide. "Looks like you're having all the fun without me!" She set her drinks down on the sink with a clatter and began undoing her jeans, hips wiggling as she shimmied out of them. Her panties followed, falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. "Oh my god Jenna, you're so naughty!" Tina gasped, cheeks flushing bright red. She made a halfhearted attempt to cover herself but Stacy just laughed and pinned Tina's hands above her head.

Let the dress fall to the floor. I stood there naked in front of four guys. “Fuck,” Marcus breathed. “Jake wasn’t lying. She’s perfect.” “Come here,” Jake said, sitting back down on the couch. I went to him. He pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him. Spread my legs wide over his thighs. Now I was completely exposed to his teammates. “Look at her,” Jake said. His hands cupped my breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He pinched my nipples. I gasped.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

“So Miss Gulio kindly show us the evidence of when Miss Raina released your videos. You're lucky that my client doesn't want to press charges for assault, blackmail, bullying, besmirch, and public chaos.” “Mum, don't believe whatever he says. JENNY was there. JENNY vindicates me. “Raina released my nudes and she deserves to go to jail.

Rage seared through him and his eyes mirrored his rage. Several men were about to carry Jenna into their private room. Jenna was drunk and her face was flushed. Her head was against the table and her beautiful hair covered her face. D*mn it, the top part of her shirt was ripped open and her clavicle was exposed. Although it did not expose her chest, what was beyond her clavicle was far more interesting. Any man would want to tear off her clothes and have a look at what lay beneath the shirt she was wearing.

She smiled and sat on a provided couch, watching one of the nude girls dancing on a stage that looked like a runway. Jessica pulled a bundle of cash from her pocket, threw it at the lady dancing and got the lady's attention. The lady smiled and focused on entertaining Jessica. Jessica smiled and beckoned her to come closer with her finger. The lady smiled, got down from the stage, walked up to Jessica, sat on the table in front of Jessica and spread her legs open.