Jessica Cakes Nudes Novels & Stories

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

he rumbled. The door opened, and a completely naked Jessica stepped into the room. She had clearly showered. Her skin practically glowed, and the girl smelled of fresh strawberries and watermelon. Her damp hair hung in wavy swaths down her back. Her perky breasts were still glistening with water. "I have come to hear out your proposal," Jessica said carefully. The General sat up with interest. He had not expected her to recover so quickly from her ordeal, let alone be this bold with him.

That’s all she remembered. He said a few things to her. But she wasn’t paying attention because Craig had entered. She didn’t want Craig or anyone else seeing this. Seeing her like this. She wrapped her arms around her flimsy, near-transparent t-shirt and she didn’t have a bra on. She didn’t own one. Embarrassment flooded her mind as both men’s eyes crawled over her body. Alrick got out of bed, and it occurred to Jessie that he’d been sleeping in the nude. Blushing, she turned away from the bed to let him have his privacy. She didn’t want to offend him.

Blake's deep and magnetic voice rang in her ears, "If you keep moving, you'll suffer the consequences on your own." A warm breath blew into her ear and went into it. Jessica looked at the brown desk made of crude-woord in front of her. When she thought of what he had done to her by pressing her down here in the past, her face turned as red as if it was boiled in hot water. She dared not move and sat on his lap obediently. However, why did he ask her to look at the photos of these women? She was also a woman. What could she see by looking at other women?

Jessica asked him. His nod was almost too eager. I felt my top being unbuttoned. Jessica’s hands slid over my chest, caressing my b00bs as she kissed down my neck. My jeans were unzipped, slid down along with my p@nty. Then she pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs. Her tongue met my c00chie like it belonged there. “Fvvvkkk,” I groaned. She licked and sucked while Miles came beside me, his mouth on my n!pples, flicking, teasing.

She was one small hand movement away from taking a picture of her naked breasts. The fourth photo was a bit confusing at first. It took me a moment to realize just what I was looking at. It was Cass back in the shower, and it only showed her face. Only she had what looked like a pretty good representation of cum trickled in glubs across her face! It was the closest I'd ever seen her to take a facial! Fuck, it was so naughty! I would never have thought my Cassandra would do anything like it. Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures.

~JESSICA~ I was fixing my makeup in the mirror, and after making sure my makeup was intact, I went out of the bathroom. I removed the clothes I came with. I was just in lingerie, which had my body exposed. The bra couldn’t cover the whole of my boobs, making them pop up in an attractive way. Clinton had his mouth wide open watching me move; he hastily removed his shirt as I took careful steps towards him. He lay back his eyes, not leaving my body; they held so much desire, and from his trouser, I could see his dick move around.

Jessica was the kind of woman that had always scared me. A lot. She was like a caricature of a woman, something put together by a maniacal cartoon artist who had a vague impression that women should have long nails, big hair, very red lips, and wear dresses. But as much as I liked to see a pretty woman who had all of those things, there was something about Jessica that took it too far. Way too far. The nails were too long. The hair was too done. The lipstick was… well, it was terrifying. Too red, I guessed.

“Leave the stockings and heels on.” Jessica obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels. “Turn around,” Charlie ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.” She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.

(What are you doing) jasmine who is now so so weak asked in a so low voice) Kayak : I can't hold it anymore I need my big dick in that your pussy I want to know your sweetness don't worry you will never remember this when you wake up She tried to hold him back but now kayak is far far more stronger than her He tear her top. Remove her jean and now the unconscious Jasmine is with just a bra and pant Kayak : you're so pure have never even see this not to talk of your nakedness (he mean her pant and bra) Just as he is about to remove her pant