Jennifer Van Damsel Nude Novels & Stories

“Cup them. Pinch your nipples. Harder… yes, like that. Moan for the lens.” “Arggh…” A soft moan escaped her as she played with her sensitive peaks, the shutter capturing her arousal. Damien circled her, “On all fours now. Ass toward the camera. Spread your knees wider. Reach back and spread yourself for me.” “Perfect. Now lie on your back again. Legs wide open. Touch your clit. Slow circles. Tell me how wet you are.” “I’m soaked,” she admitted breathlessly, fingers gliding through her folds as the camera clicked. “Damien… this is getting me so turned on.”

She yelled at him. 'I took them and my fellow friends watched you naked, we sparked your soft bouncing arse. " He uttered with an evil smirk on her lips. Jenna felt irritated and ashamed at that moment. She wished the ground could just open and swallow her up. Without showing off the pain she felt, she sighted her clothes at the far end and stood up to pick it up. The four guys looked at her with a strange facial expression on their faces. "We have records of your nudes. Damien uttered which made her stop instantly.

"Because I like being the center of attention. Doesn't matter what the event is." Then she chuckled, low and unhinged. "You'd be surprised, but once—I fucked the groom before the ceremony and played the video during the vows. It was epic. Blew up the whole thing." She laughed harder. "That was a fun day." And that's when I realized—Jenna wasn't the victim. She was just as sick as Damien. Maybe worse. Because while Damien broke me... Jenna? She ruined people. For fun. "Jenna," I said, coldly, "Get the fuck out of my room."

Underneath, she wore the most scandalous piece from his new collection — a sheer black lace bodysuit that was little more than strategic straps and delicate mesh. It cupped her full breasts but left her nipples clearly visible, the high-cut legs disappearing between her cheeks, and a deep plunging neckline that went almost to her navel. She walked toward the chaise like she was walking a runway made for sin, hips swaying. “Is this what you wanted, Mr. Vale? Or should I take this off too?” Damien’s jaw clenched. He adjusted the camera without looking away from her. “On the chaise. Pose for me.”

“You’re going to delete the account tonight. But first, you’re going to give me a private show. Recreate your most popular video. Right here. On this couch.” My breath hitched. “Damien…” “Now, Nina.” I stood on shaky legs and stripped down to the black lace set I’d worn earlier, feeling his eyes devour every inch. I positioned myself on the couch exactly like in the video—kneeling, back slightly arched, hands sliding over my breasts. The ring light wasn’t here, but the living room lamps cast a similar warm glow. “Start,” he commanded, sitting in the armchair across from me. He didn’t touch himself. He just watched, elbows on his knees, eyes dark with restraint.

“You are looking beautiful, Your Highness.”, Sera, the lady maid said as she tied the last lace of the corset and stepped back, I kept my book aside and glanced at the mirror that another servant placed before me. The blue eyes on my pale complexion sparkled as I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You may be right today, Sera.” I said with a small chuckle and watched as the rest of the servant girls run around trying to finish getting me ready for breakfast. I opened the book of maps, again and sighed as my fingers traced the map of Valadora.

She was floating, lost in pleasure, body limp and used. Finally they pulled out and stood her on shaky legs in front of the mirror. “On your knees, little one,” Marcus said. Jenna dropped instantly, looking up at them with glassy, submissive eyes. Mouth open. Tongue out. They stroked their thick cocks fast. “Tell us what you are,” Damien demanded. “I’m your little cum dump… your perfect baby girl… please fill me up, Daddies…” Marcus came first, groaning deep as thick ropes of hot cum shot across her tongue and face. Damien followed, painting her tits, neck, and collar white. Jenna swallowed what she could, rubbing the rest into her skin like lotion, moaning softly.

I raised a brow, unimpressed as my gaze swept over the scene. I was not surprised to see Camillé fucking naked, and in the act of pleasuring herself. She was a sex maniac and My eyes moved to the sex toy she was holding unhinged around her trembling fingers. She turned, and immediately scrambled up, wrapping the sheet around her body, her hand tightly holding onto the sex toy. “Damien, what are you doing here?“ “Busy?“ I smirked, leaning against my wheelchair as I watch her face turn red.

the camera capturing her struggling with his size, drool running down her chin, her eventual success in deepthroating all fifteen inches. Scene Three - The Bondage: In the dungeon, Damien tied her to the Saint Andrew's cross....arms and legs spread wide, completely exposed. He used vibrators on her clit, dildos in her pussy, plugs in her ass, making her come over and over while she was helpless, the cameras capturing every angle. Scene Four - The Breast Worship: Damien spent an hour on her breasts, demonstrating every technique he'd taught her: First, the gentle approach...soft kisses across the swell of her breast, light touches, building anticipation.

“Actually, I did. You see, Valerie had something inside of her that needed nurtured in order to come all the way out. Now that it has, we’re exploring what it means.” “So what you’re saying is Valerie discovered she likes to go around nude?” Damien shrugged. “That’s part of it.” He held out his hand. “Valerie, give me your dress.” Valerie would have balked, but right now, she wanted to show Brent she was someone else’s to control. Reaching for the hem of her dress, she pulled it off her torso and handed it to Damien. She dropped her arms back to her sides, not even attempting to cover her nakedness as she stared over at Brent.