Leah Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

teased Holly. "You've already had a suck, Holly -- I want it inside me." And Sasha slipped off her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Simon caught his breath. Sasha stood before him naked except for her black suspenders. They were open at the front, exposing a perfectly shaved, breathtaking little slit of a pussy. "You wanted me on the couch, Simon?" she purred, her eyes sultry and doe-like. Then with slow, deliberate movements, she got onto the wide, deep-cushioned couch, lay back, and spread her legs.

I fumbled with my boxer to remove it when I heard palo snapped from the back of my head, “Snap out of it you drunk fool she’s trying to seduce you.” He shouted. I jumped to my feet and shook my head bringing me back to my senses, I pulled my pants all the way up and asked palo for his eyes to see. Leah was now standing in front of me naked, no bra, no underwear. I could smell her arousal, it smelt desperate. I turned away quickly and pointed to her clothes “put them on and leave.” I said calmly. And with that she huffed out of my room.

“She’s not here to help.” “Yes, Evelyn!” Isolde replied, striding forward to grab Leah. But before Isolde could touch her, Leah clutched her stomach and dropped to her knees, screaming in pain. “Oh my God—HELP! Evelyn’s people are attacking me—they are coming after a pregnant woman! How dare they!!!” Suddenly, a group of reporters burst into the room, cameras flashing as they captured Leah’s dramatic performance and my stunned face. “Look at this! This is the real Evelyn Laurent! She murders children, and she assaults pregnant women!” Leah wailed, clutching her stomach and screaming into the blinding flashes. “Expose her to the outside world! Let people see what a monster she is!”

I snuck down the stair quietly praying that I don't run into anyone. "Ooh! Look who got laid" I felt my heart skip a beat out of fear and my chest clenched as I turned to look up at Leah who was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a mug in her hand sipping what I am very sure was a hot cup of coffee. She was dressed in blue shorts, a pink tank top, and white flip-flops. Her hair was wet and it looked like she hadn't run a comb through it after she showered, she is running a finger over her forehead in a soothing circle, She has a hangover.

Shaking her head, she picked up the juice glass the maid had just dropped on a table in front of her. Then her phone beeped. Was it Joye emailing that he'd backed out? Haley took the phone only to see a message from an anonymous number. Huh? She tapped into it, and what her eyes saw next had her brain reeling. Resting on a bed was a sleeping Liam. Deeply asleep, he appeared more beautiful. The person who took the selfie was Leah, resting beside him, her eyes drawn into slits, smiling sweetly at the camera. The text that accompanied the photo read; [Still won't give up?]

She opens her eyes only to see her mother-in-law standing in front of her with phone in hand taking pictures of her naked body. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was dry, and her voice came out raspy, "What are you doing?" She inquired. Lani smirked, "Not so feisty now are we Hannah? I will upload these photos of you over the internet." She remarks. Hannah laughs. "What's funny? Aren't you ashamed that people will see you naked? Won't that be degrading, or you are such a low-class prostitute that you don't even care?" Lani says mockingly.

But when his gaze landed on me, it was the way one might look down at a filthy insect crawling near their feet. "Let me ask you again," he said, each word clipped. "Where were you last night?" I was weak—my whole body hollowed out by illness and injury. The blow had left me dazed, my senses drifting. I had no strength left to fight back. But years of being crushed underfoot had left something twisted inside me—something that no longer wanted to stay quiet. I knew exactly what would make him lose control. "I slept with a stranger," I said slowly and clearly. "Wanted to see if it felt good. To know if someone like you—who screws like a stud horse—actually delivers any pleasure at all."