Jennifer Jackson Nude Novels & Stories

Jackson grinned when she rose her pretty little head, her mouth turning wide open as she saw the cum running down her body, coating the toned and defined quads of her thighs. "Fuck, I'm sorry, but I have to take a picture of you" Jackson said as he reached for his phone, her eyes covered in cum, and he respected her, enough, to restrain from grabbing his phone until she had given him permission. "Go on then" she smiled wickedly as he grabbed the phone and aimed the camera at the whore, watching her wink and show him her sexy tongue for the camera. "Do you have a towel?" Alexis asked, hopeful, but he seemed occupied with something else as he typed something on his phone, smiling like an idiot

"What you did was even worse than what they said online—make a woman pay for you, sleep with you, and sell herself for you!" Those words hit Lumina like a truck; her head buzzed, and her blood ran cold. "Oh, right, didn't you keep that video she used for the loan? You know, the one where she's holding her ID, fully nude? I heard it's in high definition? Share it with us already!" "That's hot! Show it to us as a treat!" Inside the room, Jackson lounged on the sofa, bearing not a trace of the affection he had shown Lumina earlier. His lips curled into a cold smile.

Before she knew it, her gown was on the ground and she was left with her bra and thin panties. Her naked body was in view and Jack ran crazy. He stopped and looked at her in the mirror. "Oh my fucking goodness. You don't know how long I waited for this. You don't know the damage your body causes each time to my little monster." He dipped his hands into her bra and squeezed her breasts, playing with her nipples. Mara moaned and leaned back into his embrace. She could feel his hard member swollen just touching her butt and she rubbed on it repeatedly as Jackson continued playing with her brown nipples.

One of those adventures was our brief flirtation with mild exhibitionism—or, more accurately, Jennifer's flirtation with it. She loved dressing like a slut for me, and I absolutely loved watching her. Until then, we'd kept it safely within the walls of our home. During one particularly heated session, Jennifer slipped into a pair of skin-tight jeans that hugged her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. She paired them with a sheer T-shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The low-cut neckline framed her freckled chest and generous cleavage, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly make out her dark areolas through the thin fabric. The more I stared, the harder her nipples became.

Judge Jackson explained as he carefully led me into the cabin. We walked slowly, but eventually made it to my bedroom. He sat me on the comfy bed and left to run me a bath. My eyelids became heavy from either weakness or fatigue—probably both. “Don’t fall asleep. There’s plenty of time to sleep after your bath.” My eyes snapped back open when Judge Jackson approached me. He held out his hands and I didn’t hesitate to take them. We reached the deep soaking tub, and I dropped the blanket to the floor. His breath caught behind me. I was certain it was from the wounds on my body that he could see clearly now that we weren’t under the basement’s dim lighting. It hadn’t even occurred to me to be e

She doesn't have strength to repeat what she had done. "Try your favorite one let me see." He said and Jennifer picked one of the clothes which was actually her favorite. Mike was expecting her to enter the bathroom and change but she went on to remove her clothes in front of him. After all, he have seen her nakedness uncountable times. Not up to a minute, Jennifer was left with her bra and panties. The erotic sight caused blood to rush down to his crotch, waking his sleeping snake.

Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty. His cold gaze swept across all the journalist and guest, forcing them to retreat backwards. To their surprise he held out his hand and a small slender hand was elegantly put on his large palm. Golden heels landed on floor and pale legs were visible to everyone. They all look earnestly to be the first to glimpse at the lady who managed to appear with Damien Romano. With an elegant smile, Athena made her way out of car and intimately wrapped her hands around Damien's arm. She wore a emerald green below knee length off shoulder gown. Rownd diamond earrings dan

She still doesn't see her, but she does see Jackson. He was across the room, wearing black boots and slacks with no shirt. His abs are chiseled, his shoulders broad, and he was smiling as he talks to a group of models, both male and female. They were all also in various stages of undress, standing around and chatting like their nudity is completely normal. Monica guesses to them, it is. To her? She wants to go over there, shove a shirt at Jackson, and gouge out everyone’s eyes who was daring to look at him. Okay, maybe he was right and she does have a jealous streak?

"Hmmmm. Done?" She lifted her arms and I picked her up. I was glad she was so small and light. I put her back in bed and walked around to the other side. I got back in and could feel that the bed was still warm. Jennifer shut off the light and I heard the rustle of cloth. I opened my eyes and saw her drop the nightgown on the floor. "It doesn't fit?" "It fits fine for sitting on the couch or lounging in a chair. I've slept better nude since I was eleven and got these." She held her tits in her hands. I wished the light was still on.

She saw a balcony on the other end through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. She didn’t think she could escape from there because they were on the top floor. And she certainly couldn’t do it naked. Her dress was near the door, right where Jackson had thrown it after he had ripped it off her body. The bathroom door opened quickly before she could figure out what to wear. Jackson stepped out, still dripping wet, with a towel wrapped around his hips. His chest was magnificent, and her tongue ached to trace the intricate designs of his tattoos. Maybe to lick that water off his body. Everything underneath the towel was clearly outlined under the cotton, bringing back images of how he had used it