Jessica Lu Nude Novels & Stories

My… fucking God! Jessica was next. The red crop top came off, revealing her full brown breasts with dark nipples. The short skirt followed, and she stood there bare, legs slightly apart. Her pussy had a neat thatch of dark hair. It was not too thick, just enough to frame the smooth brown lips beneath. God, the hair made her look rawer, more animal, and when she reached down and casually spread herself with two fingers, I saw the wet pink inside already shining. Mmmmmm.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

Her gaze dropped to the phone in his other hand and caught the image of her before the screen went dark. A slow, knowing smile curved Jessica’s lips. She didn’t say a word. Instead she peeled off her wet clothes right there in the doorway. Her shirt, bra, jeans, panties until she stood naked and dripping. Her nipples were tight from the cold rain. She walked over to the couch on silent feet.

Jessica awoke with a start, her body bathed in a sheen of sweat, tangled in the aftermath of dreams that lingered in the realm between arousal and disquiet. The vivid images of Lucas, teeth bared and eyes ablaze, holding her down, growling in a sea of feral urges—intense and unnerving—had become a nightly ritual, a dance with desires she wasn't ready to confront.

Warning!!! This chapter is rated 18+ Rowland sprawled out on the bed, his body covered in bandage and his skin still reddish. But he was naked and over him was none other than Albert's nanny, Jessica. She was also naked, her small sized boops daggling along the rhythm of her waist, taking solace on Rowland's dick. To put it straight, she was fucking him. She was furious and felt like ripping the hair off Jessica's skull.

"You own me, Lolita." "Good girl," I murmured, a wicked, triumphant smirk curving my lips. By the ropes, the tension had reached a breaking point. Jessica was practically vibrating. Her breathing was ragged, her pristine white suit a stark contrast to the violence in the dirt. Unable to look away from the raw, feral display of my absolute monarchy, Jessica’s hand slid down her own thigh. Her fingers pressed deep into the fabric of her trousers. She was entirely mesmerised, her lips parted in a silent, hungry moan. She was touching herself right there in the open sunlight, completely overcome, her arousal spiking violently as she watched me conquer the island's deadliest threat.

“Let go. This is what you’ve been craving. Fuck my fingers. Come for me—hard.” She thrust faster, thumb ruthless on my clit. I screamed—my pussy exploded, squirting in powerful jets that drenched her wrist, my thighs, the floor. I sagged against her, gasping. My panties were ruined. Jessica knelt, fingers hooking the waistband. “Time to lose these, baby.” She peeled them slowly down my legs, leaving me naked except for thigh-highs and heels—vulnerable, dripping, aching.

Jessica keeps looking in the mirror and combing her hair, as the lightning strikes she sees a large shadowy figure sitting on the roof of the neighboring building in the reflection of the mirror, she turns around to get a closer look, but the figure is gone. The girls meet up at a nightclub, Jessica is already at the bar ordering drinks for the girls, Susan calls out to Jessica as she enters the club "Jessica!" Jessica turns around and walks over to the girls and gives them a hug "Hi girls! I've already ordered a few drinks, let's find a booth." The girls find a booth and sit down. Susan stands and makes an announcement "Tonight girls we are going to just have fun, no boys allowed!" a song t

By this point, she had piled her black hair on top of her head and was flapping her ratty black band t-shirt to cool herself off as we climbed. “You guys are a couple of wimps,” Jessica said, her long and slender legs allowing her to climb the mountain with ease. She was wearing tight leggings and an even tighter long-sleeved workout top that zipped up the front, and didn’t have a bead of sweat on her entire body. Her ponytail swung back and forth, its curls from the day before still somehow perfect after a night of sleeping on the ground. “Says you,” Lori grumbled. “You’re built like a gazelle.”

Then came Jessica’s voice, moaning his name like a prayer. “Matttteeewwww…I want you to pound this pussyyy.” His breath hitched. He shouldn’t have looked. Shouldn’t have moved. But his body betrayed him, drawn helplessly toward Jessica’s cracked bedroom door. When he reached her bedroom room door, the room was dim, lit only by the soft, golden glow of her night lamp. Shadows stretched across the walls, flickering with each breath she took. She lay sprawled on the bed naked, legs wide, one hand clutching the sheets like she was holding on for dear life, while the other moved between her thighs, working a thick pink dildo in and out of her slick pussy, slow and deep.