Jillian Bell Nude Novels & Stories

*click* Jill stood up. "Hey, wait, no, go back!" She crawled back up onto the bed. "What, you got the picture." I pouted. "Fine." I sent the picture, then abruptly pushed Jill onto her back. "It's your turn now." I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down roughly. She was not wearing anything underneath them. I raised my eyebrows. "Really, who's eager now?" She laughed. "Always, for you." Her phone chirped, but we ignored it.

Jill asked as she was taking her dress off and leaving her black laced underwear she had particularly worn for Blake that night. “What a waste,” Tabitha replied, seeing the underwear and not answering her question. “Yeah, I know, right? Well, his loss,” Jill replied as she undid the clasps that held her breasts in their confined cups, allowing them to escape. After she was nude, she sat on the floor as she was instructed when another woman arrived. Subconsciously, she quickly covered her body with her hands and arms. “Ah, what is going on and why is Detective Percy sitting nude in our living room?” Tabby asked as she entered.

"Face it Jill. We have no clothing. No bathing suits. And I bet the road will be in no shape to go out shopping tomorrow. We have no privacy in this one room cabin. And everyone here has seen your lower half already. Shit, Alex is getting a helluva show right now. Just show us your tits already. It's just tits." "I'll be damned if the only ones to show skin are going to be the women." Jill said. "Oh, fuck it." She stood and pulled off her towel, turned, folded it and bent over to place it on the couch where she'd been sitting. "I'm glad I lost 14 lbs since February." Seeing her ass and most of her moist pussy as she bent over, I was glad she'd decided to play the game.

There was nothing sexier than Davis going all domination on her. “Is that just a threat? Or a promise?” She reached out a hand and stroked a finger down his chest, stopping at his belt. Jillian licked her lips to remember what lay beneath it and wanted it. She’d deliberately dug out the sexiest heels she owned and the tiniest t-shirt. With a thong on, she’d just sat down and pretended to work before he entered their shared office. “Come on. Threat…” She pulled in a huge breath, filling her lungs, and pushing her breast out toward him. “Or promise?” Jillian let her desire filter into the tone of her voice. It went all sultry and breathy. She knew it would do things to him with the red lipstic

The only illumination came from the silver, unobstructed moonlight filtering through the paned window, casting pale, liquid reflections across the bed. Jillian Michaels sat back against the headboard, a linen shirt completely unbuttoned, the sharp, calculated angles of the former CEO's shoulders entirely relaxed in the dark. For the first time since the night at the gala, there was no ticking luxury watch on Jillian's wrist. Time didn't matter. There was no countdown to a midnight curfew, no strategic evaluation of a corporate rival, and no strict compliance clauses to enforce. The fortress was gone, leaving behind only a person entirely uncovered, waiting in the shadows.

Bianca was surprised and was basking with joy as she see herself reflected in the mirror wearing a 'wow' face. "You look so beautiful I almost say more than Tanya" Celine complemented. "I'm sure Bro Ryan will fall head over heels with you. He won't be looking at anyone but you at his own engagement" "That's the point why I worked perfectly honey." Jillian replied. "You have a natural beauty that I just enhanced. I am sure you are going to be the most beautiful today" "Thank you very much." She said with much appreciation. She look at her reflection again. Remembering how happy her father would be if he was seeing her tbag moment made her almost cry but she quickly held it back to avoid spoi

I am sitting there, on the creaking bed, slumped like a man drained of everything, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone that refuses to turn off, as if it wants to force me to confront what I have always refused to see, over and over again, that frozen photo that tears at my insides. She is there, lying down, pale, hooked up to machines that seem to breathe for her, her face marked, swollen, damaged, as if the world had relentlessly made her pay for something she never committed, and here I am, miles away, geographically and morally, powerless, pathetic, terrified.

Whoever this Sake was, he was walking into the biggest lie of his life. “Okay,” she said. Victoria had a point. Visually, no one would notice. She was just as beautiful as Julia. Their body types weren’t far off either—though Julia probably got hers from yoga and Pilates, while Jillian’s was the result of hard labor and surviving life’s beatings. Julia was an inch taller. But no one would notice that. “Come on. You need to get ready before you meet your mother.” Jillian rolled her eyes but followed. If she wanted revenge, she needed patience.

To his delight, he heard Jill's voice. "Do you want to know what I'm doing right now?" she asked. The silence at the end of the line meant that Cam was starting to breathe heavier and that his other hand had reached into his pants and started to stroke his quickly erect rod. "I'm sitting here in my room, naked, with a bottle of lotion and my favorite dildo. I've covered myself in the lotion, and my pussy is so fucking wet.....my dildo's going in and out, in and out........." the phone appeared to be dropped on the floor as Jill started working the dildo in and out of her pussy very quickly and her breathing intensified.

"Hello, Gunda. Kindly prepare food that's something light and hot. Yes. For two. Thank you." Rye gazed at her bed-rumpled appearance with amazement. She seemed untouched with the anxiety and worry that they suffered during her extended unconsciousness. "I'm starving!" Gillian declared in surprise. "My cellphone? Where is it?" She seemed galvanized into action. She threw over the bedsheet and crawled over the wide bed. Her nudity was on display with all its beauty. Rye was helplessly watching while his libido turned on burningly hot. "G-gillian, wear a robe..." he instructed faintly.