Jennie Jacques Nude Novels & Stories

Well, at least you got to see me naked," she says with a hint of teasing. Again, Jannis shifts, this time keeping an eye on Jake as she tucks her legs beneath her body. As Jake remembers himself, he looks down and slightly flushes. That was definitely something to remember. The image of you undressed is permanently imprinted in my mind. I will always remember that!" "Maybe I should try to strip down more often around you if the memory of me nude is permanently etched in your brain," Jannis said with a sly grin, her body arching in an expression of pleasure at the admission. Since we're both confined to this small bed, her tone is slightly flirtatious as she winks playfully. Why not just be c

Whisper the dirty things we would do to her while we fucked the shit out of each other. I paused at the door and watched Charlotte stand up from her chair and stretch. She raised her arms over her head, pushing her huge tits out. They looked like they were ready to fall out of her skimpy top and I had the brief thought of standing behind her and untying it. Letting it fall away so Jack, who would be in front of her, could... I hurriedly shoved my key in the door and let myself in. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and normally didn't think about it that much. Lately though, my mind had been going down that path quite often. Probably because tomorrow was national nude day,

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

There were a few nude sketches scattered through Tara and Bryan's house, and they always got some notice from Tara's sister, especially the penis sketches. Things were somewhat discreetly placed in private areas of the house, like the Master bedroom and bath, but Jenny loved checking them out. After Tara's centerfold and our "Calendar Boy" project, Jenny's interest had become more obvious; she was especially attentive, and I always caught her staring. That really didn't matter much, though, because I didn't encounter her all that often.

It appeared she had only heard one side of the story, one that suggested Jacqueline was willingly doing what she did. Lena flashed a subtle smile. Maybe Mr. Chriss was such a remarkable man that all women were willing to strive for him! - Jacqueline had secretly tried to meet with Renee a few times. However, Renee lately had been distracted by Toph's cold attitude, even when Jacqueline shared so much about Lena. Jacqueline noticed and immediately stopped talking, realizing she looked terrible. But Renee asked, "Why did you stop?" "Oh..." Jacqueline glanced around before suggesting with a smile, "Shall I order another cup of decaffeinated coffee for you, Ms. Renee? It tastes just as good as r

He bites his lip as he waits for Jace to do his bidding. Jace wastes no time in pulling my shirt off and then cupping my breasts as I lay against his chest facing the television. Jace pinches and pulls on my nipples causing me to arch up into his touch. Keeping my eyes on Jude, I slide my hand into the front of my panties and start rubbing myself. “Rip those fucking things off her, Lil’ D, I can’t see shit!” Jude growls and in a matter of seconds I’m naked, “Be a good girl and ride Jace’s cock for me, but I want you facing me, sweet girl.”

She has taupe tape covering her nipples and delicate chain jewelry draped over her hips. Monica doesn't looks too closely, but surely, she has on flesh-toned underwear underneath, right? “Interesting selections, ladies. I feel this has given me some insights into your creativity and imagination, as well as your work,” Jacqueline tells us. “I look forward to seeing what you create for this week’s fashion show.” She leans over and whispers something to Tobias, and Molly bumps Monica's elbow with her own. “Psst, what happened? You were almost done when I left.” Speaking out of the side of her mouth, she tells her, “I messed up big-time.

We've talked about him taking nude photos of me but as usual, he is too hardheaded to listen. She kept scrolling through the pictures. Only one of them had me fully clothed, lying on our balcony back at home with a smile on my face. He must have captured it when I wasn't looking. Then we came across another photo or should I say p**n. Because obviously, we just had sex judging from how rumpled the bed was and the position I was in. Jade gasped using both hands to cover her face completely, forgetting that those hands were supposed to be supporting the laptop and preventing it from falling.

Jacqueline’s POV The room fell quiet, first like a pause, then a vacuum. It was Derek. In bed. Naked. With someone else. His head was thrown back, his mouth parted in pleasure. A woman’s red-painted nails gripped his chest, and his hands cupped the curve of her hips. Every inch of my body froze. The air thickened. “Jacqueline…?” someone whispered. My hands trembled as I looked at the second photo behind the first. Another angle. Another woman.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’ve been drinking.” She climbs out of the bed and holds my gaze, pulling her tiny top—essentially a handkerchief held on with two threads—over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts bounce invitingly. Fuck. I’ve had a lot of women, but I’ve never seen a body that compares to Jenna Pachino’s. But she’s always done it for me, hasn’t she? Of course I have to have a hard-on for the don’s only daughter. I stumble back, out of reaching distance.