Lindsay Ivan Nude Novels & Stories

Instantly Davin rushed into her office, he froze immediately he was about barging in when he saw her. The pencil skirt he had dreamt about ripping off ivana's body for weeks was now actually off, her red Lacy panties was on full display. She held her skirt in her hand looking at the torn part of the fabric, he could see the disappointing look on her face, but could not stop to stare her amazing half naked body, when Ivana had turned her back against him, she picked up the file which had slipped out of her hand earlier, Davin lose control of his body, he could see the mold of her vagina under her panties, his cock grew hard instantly.

“And you have a crush on her.” “I’m not denying I’d love to rip these blue panties off her. Fuck me.” He shoved a picture in my face. “Seen this, Gina? She’s sexy as shit.” I snatched the photo and threw it onto the floor. “Focus, you douche. Thinking about having sex with your model isn’t going to help you in this situation.” Ivan shifted. “You’re right. Help me.” “Fine.” I sifted through the photos with him.

Mark can go kiss my vanilla ass. "Miss Young, I am glad you made it," Ivan looked at me and smirked. We were all gathered by the lake, eating and mingling under the big gazebo. Ivan was wearing a pair of white shorts with a dark blue dress shirt, which was buttoned down, revealing his gorgeous body. I remembered our night together instantly and how our naked bodies pressed against each other. My ears turned hot. I hope he doesn't notice me blushing. "Of course, I did, sir, as your assistant, I must attend these things," I replied.

Lucas dropped his hands, his eyes straying to the bed, a subtle and mischievous smile forming on his lips. Picking up his phone, he entered the phone's gallery and tapped into some photos. Not only did she look cute sleeping, but she also looked extremely gorgeous, sleeping in his arms, her innocence reflecting in her soft features. His smile faded a bit and he forwarded those photos to a contact. Then he dialed the contact. “Scour wherever you have to for Steve Anderson's private contact. Send those photos to him.” “Right away, Mr. Harrison,” Ivan said promptly from the other end.