Jessie Ennis Nude Novels & Stories

Earl asked. Jessie, matter of fact. "I'm a nudist. Started doing it last week." "Like all over your house?" "No. Mom won't let me. Just my room." "So why you got clothes on now?" "Because mom explained that not everybody likes to have nude people around. You're supposed to ask." Earl turns to look at his friend. "You didn't ask me." Jessie smiles. "I thought you'd think I was weird." Earl banged shoulders with his best friend. "I do. But you're still my best friend."

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

Jessie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We act.” Jessie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of her gown. The eggshell A-line dress hugged her curves perfectly, the nude color blending seamlessly with her skin, creating an illusion of barely wearing anything. Her red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding a fiery contrast to the softness of her attire.

Jessa. She stepped into the house beside Mariah, and for a second everything else blurred out. Her shirt—tight, Ridgeville blue with silver shimmer—caught the light every time she moved. Her hair framed her face, loose and soft, and she looked… different. Confident. Beautiful in a way that made my chest ache. She wasn’t hiding tonight. And somehow, that made her stand out more than anyone else in the room. “Damn,” Daniel said from somewhere behind me. “Since when does Jessa try that hard? What’s she doing—auditioning for the plus-size cheer squad?”

“Do you want me to show you something?” “Oh no…” Taylor muttered from the sidelines, watching her friend climb onto a nearby table. Jessie wasn’t wearing anything underneath the short silver dress. Taylor marched over to Din. “You just let her do that? In this state?” “She wanted to,” Din shrugged. “What could possibly go wrong?” Taylor pointed sharply at the table. “That.” Jessie kicked off her heels, tossing them into the cheering crowd. She shook out her tied-up hair, letting it fall wild around her shoulders, and started dancing provocatively — shaking her hips and butt with abandon.

My mind immediately jumped to the maid; she had a history of this kind of behavior, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she had brought yet another guy into the house. Curiosity got the better of me, and as I neared the door, I noticed it was surprisingly unlocked, granting me instant access. I hesitated for just a moment, then swung the door open. What I saw next was nothing short of a nightmare. Nathan was completely naked, sprawled across the bed, while a girl was riding him, her moans filling the air as her head tilted back in sheer pleasure. He instinctively gripped her hips to stop her as I stepped into the room. The shock on his face was palpable; he looked like he had seen a gho

Slowly and timidly, she hiked up her shirt dress to show him her upper body. "Shit." Jenson gawked at her bare thighs and lower abdomen. "It's all over you." Oh no. "Seriously?" Jessi glanced down at her exposed underwear, her heartbeat ratcheting up again. The rashes had spread all over her legs and her stomach. "Oh shit." "Does it hurt?" He pressed his fingers onto the side of her waist, where a large clump of pinkish spots dotted her pale skin. "This one?" "Not really." She gripped his forearm. "Joss..."

Jessie told me how it all went down from there too. Jessie glided into her brothers' room and slid under the covers just as I had. She cuddled right up to him though pressing her tits into his back until he woke. Her hard nipples poking his back and her hand on his stiffening prick. He was surprised at seeing his older sister essentially molesting him, not that he didn't enjoy it. Just he didn't understand it at first. After convincing him it was alright and she wanted him. He saw the fire in her eyes and he grinned, rolled her over to her back and began letting his hands roam over her beautiful figure. Jessie is taller than me at 5'8" 130 pounds, her tits were also bigger than my 32Bs at 36

“I need to go and get a few things. While I’m out of the room you’re going to strip yourself naked. From now on, when we’re alone in this room together you will always be naked.” Christ, what had she been thinking? “I want you at the edge of the bed on your hands and knees, your legs spread nice and wide.” Damien unlocked the door and left the room, leaving her in a slightly dazed state. Sitting up, she removed the teddy. Well, that seemed like a waste of money. Always naked in their bedroom? Was he kidding? She was pretty sure he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. On her hands and knees, Jessa positioned herself at the edge of the bed then spread her legs wide. She blushed, realizing exactly how

Marco sat down and didn’t have to wait long, for the sounds of Missy Elliott’s Pussy Don’t Fail Me Now came lulling from the sound system, and out came Jessie, clad in a sexy red number, the fringe resembling flames. He immediately came out of her jacket and shirt, kicking off her shoes. Jessie’s eyes seemed primal as she looked at him. Marco quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, his erect penis hard like a rock. She moved her body succulently, mounting the pole and spinning around, spreading her beautiful brown legs and showing him all of her pussy, for the outfit she wore, was a breakaway, and she unsnapped the side, revealing her nakedness. He stood, going to her stage, casting