Jennifer Van Damsel Nude Novels & Stories

Edging a step closer to the living area, my ears perked up like those of an alerted dog as I eavesdropped. "...just a thank you gift, Jane. Nothing special," I heard Josh say casually. "A gift?" Excitement was evident in Jane's voice. "Uh, thank you. Wait here, I'll go get Dalia for you." Quickly but quietly, I sidled off to my room, grabbed a bottle of moisturizer and plopped down on the edge of my bed, pretending to be oblivious. A moment later, Jane barged in. She was dressed—if 'dressed' was the operative word—in a white camisole tank, no bra, her nipples poking against the thin cotton fabric, and tight boy shorts with the creases of her folds blatantly imprinted against it, while displa

Only when she was before him, she realized her mistake, and quickly took a cautious step back. Vladimir, too distracted by her flimsy nightdress, didn't speak immediately. His brain was still trying to retrace its steps, whilst his eyes devoured her. From the deep cut of the nightdress around the breast area, to the fact it stopped at her thighs, and were temptingly flared. “Boss?” Hedeon called out to him. He heard his voice distantly, but it managed to break him off his enchantment. Suddenly, he was aware that his wife was bare to the eyes of men in the room, other than him.

Phones flew up, recording the scandalous scene. Vanessa shoved Gideon flat onto his back, arched her spine dramatically like a pornstar, and rode him even harder — proper, shameless, exhibitionist cowgirl. Her sapphire dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her full tits bouncing heavily inside the plunging neckline with every powerful slam downward. Her round ass rippled and clapped loudly against his thighs as she took his cock to the hilt again and again, creamy juices dripping down his balls.

A distinctly feminine moan alongside Damien’s moan. My stomach did a double somersault. I pushed the door open, and there it was. Like a badly shot scene from a cheap opera, except it was real and happening in 4K with surround sound. Damien was naked as he kept stroking hard on the lady who he was on top of the bed. Her hands are wrapped around his body as she caresses them passionately, moaning out without restraint. He was obviously good at it. I looked closely to see the lady’s face. It was Patricia. What even caught my attention more was the fact Damien was using dildo on her. It was wrapped around his waist while the dildo part was inside Patricia.

But Zeke had other plans. He strode in naked, cock bobbing heavy between his legs. "Morning fuck before you play corporate whores," he growled, yanking Damien's shirt open. Buttons popped, exposing his boy's smooth chest. Delilah gasped, but her nipples hardened under her bra, eyes glazing with lust. Zeke shoved Damien against the dresser, ripping his pants down to ankles, exposing a tight ass and a rigid cock already dripping of pre cum.

"Julian the villain, and Jennifer the doll. Now, Jennifer is no longer viewed as the 'Reincarnation of Cassandra Vance', pure and artistic. She is the mistress of the owner of Sterling Media. The image of 'star aura' that she just obtained is lost just like that, solely due to those sordid photos and videos right there." Clarissa laughed, but it was not a warm laugh; rather, it was the sound of cold shattering ice. "Damon, ensure the 'reincarnation' narrative is linked to the 'immoral sexual behaviour' of Cassandra Vance that used to be spiced with rumour. We are not destroying Jennifer; we are merely ensuring she becomes exactly like the film queen before me; her fate will be identical." Da

Moving as silently as possible, I crept closer to the door, straining to hear every word. "Oh, you bad, bad boy. You know I'm the only one who can give you the ride of your life. My body is a playground that you can explore all night long." The lady giggled again and I felt a chill run through me, taking in the scene of Damien, with his laptop on a video call with a woman who I couldn't clearly make out her face. "You temptress, you know just what to say to drive me wild. You have me aching for you, longing to surrender to your touch." Damien chuckled.

I asked him. "I promise to be gentle and fast, doll." He responded and pulled me up from his laps. He dropped me on his desk and flung my robe open. It slipped right from my body on the desk and my bare breast slung in the open. "You have the most beautiful body, doll." Damien admired it and captured both in his hands. He squeezed them gently and fondled my nipples with his thumb. "Hmm!" My body ached with desire and I quickly bit down my lips to avoid my voice from slipping out.

Yet Kneeling in the sand, she looked up and tugged at both sides of her dress. I shook my shoulders to let him fall. I stayed in my peach bra and thong, a slight tremor rippling through me, trying to tell myself this wasn't worse. than wearing a bikini. "What beautiful lingerie." Damien got up, took off his shorts and kicked them away. Naked, the silver moonlight over the body, the tattoos circling both arms, he was primal and gorgeous. and extremely male, with swollen penis rising in front of his belly. Despite the desire inside me, I whispered,

She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her long legs, stepping out until she stood in nothing but her bra and panties. “All of it,” Damien commanded softly. She unclasped her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Her nipples were already tight peaks from the cool air and the intensity of their gazes. Finally, she slid her panties down, exposing her smooth, bare pussy to the three identical men. They circled her slowly like predators. Rafael was the first to touch her. He trailed one finger from her collarbone down between her breasts, then lower, brushing over her stomach. “Beautiful. Soft skin. Perfect tits.”