Jenny Savage Nude Novels & Stories

I actually found myself glancing back and forth between the show taking place at the foot of the bed, and Rob slowly and self teasingly sliding his hand up and down that incredible prick of his. Jenny and Susan were both now totally naked. Jenny now crossed back over to the side of the bed I was on all the while grinning and smiling seductively at me. “Ok lover, I know how much you enjoy eating this pretty pussy of mine, and I want you eating it right now!” She commanded. I didn’t need to be asked twice.

Just imagining them kissing, touching, completely focused on each other, was enough to make my thoughts spiral and my knees feel weak. That was why I eventually accepted defeat. Still, I hadn’t expected Lucien to insist on me touching myself. If that was what they wanted, then fine, I was going to give them one hell of a show. I could be a tease too, after all. Their reactions on seeing my soaked panties was priceless. I relaxed against the headboard and spread my legs, giving them a clear view of what's under. Slowly, I slipped off my pants and threw it to a corner of the room.

"Unless you can make it more interesting, leave my room." Without letting another second slide Jenny pulls off the sleeves of her nightgown, letting the gown fall to the floor. She's not wearing any bras and with that it's evident that her nipples are already hard and pointed, aiming at Mr. Butcher, who immediately sits up on the bed in his well built body. He's not wearing a shirt. She puts her fingers inside the waistband of her panties, first stretching then slowly pulling it down her legs. She lets it fall and walks up to Mr. Butcher on the bed, who receives her with open arms.

Jenny Davies had it all going for her that was a certainty. I shuffled that photograph to the bottom of the pack and moved onto the next one. It was of a mortuary table and on the table was a corpse. It was Jenny Davies and she had a tag on her toe with her name on it in the familiar spidery hand of Stephen Baker. She was naked and by the time this photograph had been taken her body was pale and light purple, blotched and mottled with the characteristic marbling of the truly bloodless.

For a moment, she stared blankly at me, her jaw dropped in silence, her eyes wide with amusement. “You’re as ruthless as the rumors say.” She smirked. “You bet. You can’t tell unless you experience it,” I joked, shrugging it off nonchalantly. “I’ll pass if I’m the one who experiences it. But when you find someone you want to castrate, invite me—I’ll be your first audience. The sight of blood turns me on.” She licked her lower lip, biting it as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. “Ah!”

Sam squeezed his hands tight, wishing it was Michael Verrati's throat he was squeezing. "Where's Savannah?" Jenny smiled innocently, "She's on her honeymoon. She got married few hours ago. Isn't that beautiful boss?" Sam saw red in rage. He tried to charge at her but he fell back dizzily, the plugged drip line holding him back. He dizzily tried to pull it out of his hand, screaming and shouting profanities. "Get me Savannah. Fucking bring me Savannah!!! Ahhh..." Jenny moved back in horror and shock at his outburst. "I'd go get the doctor." She rushed out, his loud continuous screams following her trails. Few minutes later, she ran in following a doctor and two male nurses. They held and subd

Savannah added. "Someone better?? I don't know if I want to." Jenny muttered softly. "Why not? There are countless better men all around the world that would be worth your attention. You can't live your life dwelling on someone that didn't even wanted to get to know you." I said. "And do you know where you can find those better men??" Savannah asked, her eyes glittering with happiness. "Where's that?" Jenny asked in an unsure tone. "Wait for it..." She dipped her hand in her purse and pulled out an envelope.

Chapter 22 Derek’s POV I stepped out of the bathroom still drying my hands on a towel when I saw her. Jenny stood in front of the open washing machine, bent slightly at the waist as she pulled the last of the wet clothes into the basket at her feet. The little sundress she had on rode high enough that I could see the bare curve of her ass. No panties. Nothing. Just smooth skin and the soft, shiny lips of her pussy peeking out between her thighs every time she shifted her weight.

A warrior shouted, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. Geneva gathered some glasses onto a tray in her hand and shouted back. "I’m on it!" She rushed outside the border of the campsite towards the lake, where Alpha James and the other warriors were bathing naked. The sun was beaming and directing down rays on the water, making it shine and sparkle as she approached. The other warriors were splashing around, having a good time, as they laughed and joked. She couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous asses on display, and her eyes landed on Alpha James's naked body in particular.

She loved the thought of that. The dragons all walked to the beach and shifted. They had all been swimming naked, except Jenna. She even thought that was funny. Nudity was not an issue now. She had even just had a full-blown conversation with Yale while he was naked, and she hadn’t even thought about it.