Jennifer Landon Nudes Novels & Stories

"Too bad David was caught in action. I heard a few reporters on stakeout had live streamed him completely naked, having no time to blur out the nudity! "Alas, I missed the live stream. How exciting would it be?" Jasper looked amused by Alyssa's often surprisingly bold remarks, which he once found hard to accept. Now, he thoroughly enjoyed her snarky behavior. He'd much prefer to date a sassy woman. "The videos online have blurred out the nudity. If you want, I'll get you the raw video," Landon suggested with sincerity and winked at her. Jasper and Alyssa, rendered speechless, wondered if Landon was truly out of the situation or simply feigning naivete.

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out. She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

She whimpered in shame as the cool air covered her whole body, just as the dress dropped freely down the floor. Jennifer tried to cover her chest but Mike wouldn't let her as he locked her small arms behind her back. Her breast was dangling as she struggles to let go. She trembled as he slowly ran his hands over her abs, gently caressing her tummy. He moved his hands higher and cupped her bare breasts with his both hands, causing Jennifer to gasp. He began to fondle her breast slowly. Jennifer trapped her lower lips with her teeth, trying hard to keep away from moaning. She doesn't want to admit that she getting turned on. She hates the fact that her body was betraying her.

With a sigh I went to her room, Cindy is in the bathroom having a shower because Jennifer kept drawing stuff on her skin. "Whahtt--Holy fuck!" I say, my eyes wide open as I walk inside her room. Jennifer is standing about a metre away from me. Her breasts. Her flat stomach. Her slightly marked abs. Her thighs. She is naked. Well not naked but almost. Oh God, I literally could feel the heat rushing from bottom to top, my face was burning and I kept trying to make my eyes look away but damn, she's hot! "I look better without underwear." She smirked and I swear I thought it was impossible for me to blush any more than I already was.

From what I heard, Jena was the one who managed Luna Thalia's heat for three years, so I am sure, she would be able to manage mine I didn't hear anything about having her sedated which means she is not going to option for that because I doubt if I could react to that. Zeus has stocked so many videos in my room and things that could distract me, I was going through the movies when my door pulled open seeing two female nudes in front of me and panting while holding a bag, they looked like they shifted and ran here, with the way their bosom is bouncing in front of me, I couldn't help but get amused. "what's going on? Is your nudity also part of helping me with my heat?" I murmured chuckling bet

And I have kept my beast under the leash as far too long as her to rip the limitations to shreds before giving in. “And yet your nipples are hard as stones,” he commented, and without a warning, reached out to pinch them harshly between his fingers. Fuck. I thwarted his hands away, glaring, “It has nothing to do with you.” Terror darted down my spine. All the false bravado I’d wrapped around myself shredded like a flimsy coat as I glanced back up. “Isn’t it?” Landon smirked. “Tell me, little siren, did it turn you on to watch her wash me? Did you wish it were your hands wandering all over my body?” He asked in a sultry tone.

LYRA The jet cabin is silent. Not calm. Just silent. I’m seated by the window. Lucas is next to me, arms crossed, a hard gaze. He hasn’t said a word since we climbed the steps of the aircraft. In front, Alexandre. Sitting. Upright. Tense. And to his right… Cassandre. Perfect, well-groomed, her face serene, falsely relaxed, hands resting on her knees as if she still controls something. But I see the little tension in her fingers.

THE WRONG SEND "Lena's pov" I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos. Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of my ass. Then I spread my legs, sliding two fingers through my already soaked folds and spreading them for the camera, showing just how wet and needy I was. The last shot was filthy — me biting my lip, fingers glistening with my arousal.

She brought a glass of red wine to her lips, her gaze sultry and slow as she smiled seductively. "Julian, are you still working? Why don’t you come out for a little midnight snack and take the edge off?" Taking in her provocative pose and curves, Julian ran his tongue along his molars. "Didn’t I satisfy you last night?" Luna slowly slid one of her straps off her shoulder. The already sheer fabric shifted with her movement, revealing the pale skin of her chest. She threw a playful wink at the camera and lowered the other strap, baring her flawless collarbone.

" Nolan locked his gaze on her. His appearance was harmed by his red hair. Nolan sped up, and the car sped away like the wind. When Nolan arrived at the competition site, he got out of the car to double-check his vehicle. Today's host is wealthy, but his entertainment is lavish. He motioned for four men to bring two massive chests. "What's inside?" Jennifer was intrigued. "I'm not sure, just wait for him to open it and see." Two chests were opened as the man clapped his hands. Inside were two extremely beautiful girls, but they were pitifully tied up, their clothes removed, leaving only thin underwear.