Jessica Nude Novels & Stories

She gave me a sexy smile as she stood up on the balls of her feet and stretched her hands high in the air. The towel fell off almost immediately. Sasha hooted and whistled. Jessica, unperturbed and gloriously naked, arched back, nearly pressing her pussy into my towel covered crotch. Her body was lean and hard, except for the swell of her B cup breasts and the soft, downy hair over her pussy. She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders that I found incredibly sexy. Her nipples were small and pale pink. My cock tried its best to just right through my towel to get to the young woman in front of me.

Her nipples were much smaller and, it turned out, even more sensitive. We rolled over together so that I could slowly drive my entire length in and out of her while licking and sucking her nipples. By the time Teresa returned, Jessica had come twice more. When Teresa barged in with that handful of condoms, Jessica was suddenly very self-conscious of her nudity. She grabbed the covers and yanked them over to partially cover us, and her pussy squeezed down on my dick uncomfortably. "Get out!" she hissed. "But it's my turn!" Teresa demanded.

Jessa gave me the all clear -Cricket The next was a short video. I hit the play button. Her face showed up. A lazy, sexy smile pulled at her mouth. "Too bad you aren't here." The next thing I know, she's laying down in bed. The camera pans down her naked body until I can see her pretty pussy. I'd been dreaming of that. Hell, it had featured in my mind heavily tonight as I jacked off in the shower. I was going to fuck her so hard.

“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 hung up the phone… The woman she bumped into was more astonished than her. "Jessica…" She stammered and shed tears dramatically. Jessica stood still and sized her up with a poker face. With no shoes on, the woman seemed to be just out of bed and in a hurry. Her hair was messy. Her makeup was smudged. Her lipstick ran across her face ambiguously… Dressed in a loose bathrobe, she had the girdle tied casually. Her fair neck and deep cleavage were revealed. Obviously, she wasn't wearing anything inside.

The capital was peaceful tonight, its commercial veins flowing smoothly under the quiet guidance of Jessica’s algorithm. The sound of the glass doors sliding open made me turn my head. Jessica stepped onto the terrace, wearing a simple, flowing white silk robe, her dark hair falling down her back in soft, natural waves. She looked completely relaxed, her face bare of makeup, her eyes reflecting the silver light of the crescent moon above. She didn't say a word; she simply walked straight into my frame, her arms wrapping around my waist as she buried her face against my bare chest.

"Michael, don't you just need money? I have plenty of it!" She drove the car like a madwoman. Consequently, we got into an accident because she failed to brake in time. I carried her on my back for dozens of miles down the mountain roads before losing consciousness at the entrance of the hospital. When I woke up, Dad had already learned that Jessica was actually a rich heiress. He made an excuse and lured her out for a meeting. Then, he drugged both of us and staged a scandal. The media exposed the whole incident to the public, nearly ruining Jessica's reputation.

Now I just had to figure out how to pull it off without pissing off Jackson in the process. Footsteps creaked down the stairs. “You’re fidgeting,” Jessa said, appearing at the bottom step in leggings and a loose sweatshirt. Her damp hair was pulled back, and she looked ten times better than yesterday — not fixed, not fine, but like she’d finally taken a deep breath. “Not fidgeting,” I said, straightening. “Thinking.” “That sounds dangerous.” “Usually is.” Jessa grabbed her sneakers from beside the couch, sitting down to tie them. “What are we doing today anyway? You texted me like it was an emergency.”

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.