Jenny Savage Nude Novels & Stories

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Savannah ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone… and Madonna stood nude from the waist up before her friends. Alyssa studied her breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Madonna tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

He told himself he was just curious. The door to the women’s locker room was slightly ajar. He pushed it open. Raven stood under the shower spray, completely naked. Water cascaded over her toned body, tracing every line of muscle and curve. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and tight from the cool water. Tattoos snaked across her ribs and down her strong thighs. She had a fresh split lip and a bruise forming on her cheekbone, but she looked more alive than any woman Lucas had ever seen.

One radio crackled briefly before falling silent. Alex noticed exactly where I was looking. Without saying a word, he closed the remaining folders. Too protective. Good. Everyone had weak points. His wasn't paperwork. It was me. So I let the towel slid off my body, revealing my naked body to him. Alex stood fixated on my body. He didn't move. He didn't even say a word. His eyes stayed glued on my body. Good. I had him where I wanted. "You like what you see?" I whispered.

"Stop living in the world of denial Aito. You and Ryuho were together, and he took those pictures of you without your consent. He uploaded them to the internet for everyone to see. He ruined your reputation and family name. Ryu was the reason you had to move to another country." The pictures flashed in his mind, and Aito knew there was truth to Yuuki's words. They weren't just simple nude pictures. They were pictures of him in different positions. His legs wide apart, exposing his privates. His fingers within himself, his expressions were that of ecstasy, his body painted with hickeys and his skin stained with the product of their desires.

was his only response. Jack was clearly a breast man, as Jenny lowered her breasts to his eager mouth once again. Looking over, I saw that Marisa was as naked as Jack, as in totally. Marisa was an avid fan of tanning beds, and she must have worn the same bikini every time. The bright white skin exposed only for our view, contrasted so erotically with her otherwise deep dark tan. Small triangles which covered two-thirds of her breasts, and a narrow V from high on her hips, across her tiny patch of unshaven hair, were all that shown white. I lost my breath at her beauty. She moved over to the other side of Jack's head, and placed her rack right up against Jenny's. She pressed her rock hard nip

She thought and slowly turned Her face paled down when she saw him standing there, stark naked as usual with water dripping of his body. She scanned through his body from head to toe and goosebumps run through her body when she saw his manhood She gets that he's a man but is it supposed to be this long and big? It's scary! "Wait why is he naked in front of me? Is he trying to... Do something scary?" She thought and immediately began trembling "I asked you-" "Don't touch me, pervert!!" She shouted and threw the tray of food at him The hot pepperish sauce landed on Viper's d*ck and his eyes widened like never before.

She said. "Sweetie, I'm bisexual. So that may or may not boost your chances of me finding you're cute. And how do you know that?" I said. A light in front of me turned on and women showed up in the back of it. Her hair was a dirty blonde color and was out, her skin was tanned, and she had makeup on. As for her outfit, she wore a black one-piece that complimented her hourglass figure, in other words, she was pretty hot for a kidnapper. "Girl you fine," I said looking at her up and down. She only giggled seductively as her fingers touched lightly at her bottom lip.

Lily said proudly, and I nodded my head absently as I watched Savage ruffle a little kid’s head after he accepted a bottle of water and the boy grinned at him, happy with the praising looks his alpha gave him. Savage stretched a little, then he stared at what they have built appraisingly. I held my breath as I watched him take off his sweaty shirt and used it to wipe his face and chest. This was the first time I had taken a good look at the male, who was supposed to be my mate now and again. It hit me. He was huge. His back was so broad, and his muscles rippled as he moved. His blonde hair was cut short in what looked like a military cut.

The next afternoon, I was at a corner café, nursing an iced espresso, when someone sat across from me without permission. Jenny. Of course. She looked different today. No makeup. No lashes. A plain black t-shirt and jeans. Her real self. A rare sight. “Demi,” she said, her voice unusually quiet. “I’m not in the mood,” I replied. “Tough. You’re going to want to hear this.” I folded my arms, eyeing her with disdain. “Go on then. Confess whatever trashy mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” She flinched, just barely.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”