Jennie Jacques Nude Novels & Stories

Since then, I’d become one of his favorite subjects, and I’d been featured in his last gallery exhibit. Jean-Jacques and I were both tiddly by then, and the idea of sending Javier a naked picture of me made perfect sense to both of us. He came over to my laptop, and we picked out a couple of pictures to e-mail Javier. Before I could think better of it, I clicked Send and then started looking over Jean-Jacques’s list of gay clubs in our target cities. “Bearracuda,” he said, starting to giggle.

My… fucking God! Jessica was next. The red crop top came off, revealing her full brown breasts with dark nipples. The short skirt followed, and she stood there bare, legs slightly apart. Her pussy had a neat thatch of dark hair. It was not too thick, just enough to frame the smooth brown lips beneath. God, the hair made her look rawer, more animal, and when she reached down and casually spread herself with two fingers, I saw the wet pink inside already shining. Mmmmmm.