Novel & Cerita Jules Jordan Nude

Kimberly muttered something about vomiting under her breath, while I gawked at Jude, silently wondering how deep his insanity truly ran. “Okay.” He stood to his feet and ripped his t-shirt off. Ink cascaded down hard bands of muscle, coating damn near every inch of his skin. The only open space was right above his heart, a blank canvas itching to be filled. I was just drunk enough to not look away when his pants hit the ground. Ho-ly fuck. Jude, naked as the day he was born, stretched his arms high above his head. His eyes flicked down to my face, then lower to my open mouth. Heat seared my cheeks as I clicked it shut, but it was too late. He’d already noticed.

“Good, undress completely then lie face-down on the table.” Jude hesitated for only a second before pulling off his shirt. His lean body came into view, with his smooth chest, defined abs, and strong shoulders from years of swimming. He pushed down his pants and underwear, stepping out of them. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already starting to thicken from nerves and excitement. He climbed onto the large heated massage table and lay face-down. The surface felt warm against his bare skin.

Instantly, I start undressing. Once I remove my pants and look up, Jude is nude. His body is solid and chiseled, and his man part is a beautiful sight to behold. Gently, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. We start making love, standing before he lies me down on the bed. The room's storm doors were already opened, so the sound of the crashing waves under the moonlight made our lovingmaking even more erotic.

Julius leans into my hand with a soft purr making me giggle quietly. Then my eyes travel lower to his eight pack abs running my fingers over them slowly, so I don’t wake him up he stirs, so I bring my hand back fast to my side and cover my face with the covers. A few seconds later I peak from under my cover and see he hasn’t woken up, so I continue my ogling and my eyes travel even further down, and I see he is completely nude.

It was past midnight and I couldn’t wake anyone and honestly, I didn't want to. My right hand has recovered to an extent now. I got to the kitchen door and pushed it open. Light spilt from the inside leaving me surprised someone was here this late I stepped in and my gaze immediately fell on Jules who was seated by her laptop going through pictures and sipping some coffee. She was completely engrossed in her work; she didn't even notice someone had just entered. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun leaving her baby-like makeup-free face clear. She was wearing a silk nightdress which wasn't seductive in any way but was light enough that it outlined her curves as she sat down working.

said Caroline, resuming her application of sunblock on her brother. Judy shrugged off the robe and knelt on her towel beside Carl. She was wearing a blue bikini, modestly cut. About to lay herself down on the towel she paused, looking at the twins, gnawing at her bottom lip. She obviously came to a decision because her hands went to her back and in a moment she had discarded her bikini top, muttering, "Oh, shit! I hope I don't regret this." Carl and Caroline gasped in surprise, for Judy had obviously decided to join them in their celebration of Nude Day.

Sage’s head was thrown back, dark hair fanned across the quilt, her small breasts rising and falling with every gasp. “Wow… just take a look at you” Jules said, low and rough, almost conversational despite the intensity in her eyes. She wasn’t one for flowery talk; her words came out blunt, like orders at last call. “All flushed and dripping down my wrist. You been holding out on us, artist girl? Saving this pretty pussy for the right night?” She twisted her fingers on the next thrust, curling them just so, and Sage let out a broken whimper that went straight to my core.

He removed them like he was claiming her, like each button and zipper belonged to him alone. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders. Her skirt fell around her ankles. Her bra unclasped with a soft snap. Her panties slid past her thighs, and then… she was naked. Bare. Exposed to him. Jasmine shuddered as the cold air of the room kissed her skin, but she lay back, nervous. Shy. Jerald didn’t touch her right away. No. He knelt still. Letting the sight of her soak into his soul.

Reality—the bed he shared with his wife, the photographs on the nightstand, the absolute and crushing truth of what they were about to do—hovered between them, a ghost of consequences. Júlia moved first. Her fingers, still black with charcoal, went to the buttons of her apron. She undid them with trembling but determined movements and let the heavy canvas piece fall to the floor with a dull thud. Then she grasped the hem of her loose T-shirt and pulled it over her head. There was no subtlety, no calculated seduction. It was the undressing of a worker at the end of the day, but infinitely more charged. The simple black bra supported her full breasts. The skin of her torso was paler, smoother

Lena moaned into her mouth, hands already tugging at Jordan’s hoodie. “Off. All of it.” Jordan stripped quickly—hoodie, sports bra, bike shorts, underwear. She was lean and toned from years of track, small breasts with dark nipples, a faint line of hair leading down to her cunt. She was soaked—inner thighs shining. Lena stared, hungry. “Come here.” Jordan straddled Lena’s hips. Lena’s hands roamed—cupping Jordan’s breasts, pinching the nipples until Jordan hissed. Then lower, fingers sliding through wet folds, circling Jordan’s clit.