Jennifer Irwin Nude Novels & Stories

The red bra and bum shorts I had on made me blend in, just enough so I did not look like a ho. “Seraphina ” I looked up and saw Jennifer waving her hands furiously. “Come here,” she waved. I climbed the stairs, ending up on the patio. It was not as packed as downstairs, but it still had a sizable amount of people. “Hiiiiii,” Jennifer screeched, jumping up. She wore a gold bikini, showing off her gorgeous tan. The triangles barely covered her nipples and when she hugged me, I looked down to her perfect ass. “You're late,” she smirked, taking my hand in hers. “Sorry, I had an emergency.”

Man, to get into those little panties. The truth is, yeah, part of me wanted her to call me out again. I wanted that little bitch to push me further, make me give in. It was so goddamn wrong. Well, at least I thought that way in my horniest moments. Whenever I was thinking clearly, I was terrified of her and what she was doing to me. Anyway. Whether I really wanted it or not, it came. I got to the house and entered the room only to see Jennifer in front of her mirror. She was sitting on a seat right in front of the big mirror. She was wearing a bum short and big polo. its obvious she's not wearing bra as the niples were pointing through the fabric.

Against my better judgment, I pushed it open. Inside was a dim security office, screens stacked along the walls, wires trailing like veins. Most showed static or empty corridors. One screen flickered, the angle off-center, and I stepped closer. My stomach lurched when the shapes resolved into two bodies. Jenny’s hair was unmistakable, spilling down her back as she straddled Adam on a crate. Her skirt was bunched around her hips, his shirt half-open, his hands clamped greedily on her thighs. The grainy feed made it worse somehow, as though the camera lens shouldn’t have been privy to something so raw. But there was no mistaking what they were doing. Jenny threw her head back, arching for the