Nikki Cross Nude Novels & Stories

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

I lean back in my chair, the prominent bulge of my erection in plain sight. "That would be ideal, but all shows are different, with no consistent people or locations. Nice dream though." Nikki puts her hands on the bottom hem of her shirt and pulls it off, letting it flutter to the floor. She has a white half-cup, bra, open netting with lace on the sides. Her breasts are full and round. Her nipples sit long and proud above the cup. She is still looking out the window. "Not true, Daddy." 'Daddy' again. We are there. That so-called elephant in the room. We both know exactly what she is talking about.

“Why do they always act like big boobs and an ass are a public invitation? I’m not a free sample. I’m not a limited-time offer. I’m a person who would like to walk to the convenience store without being seen as an invitation.” “Because men are simple creatures,” Nyx said, finally glancing up. Her dark curls were piled into a messy bun that somehow still looked intentional, and she was already wearing her club uniform—black crop top, shorts that barely qualified as clothing, and enough attitude to power a small city. “You could wear a potato sack and they’d still stare. It’s a curse. A sexy, unfair, deeply annoying curse.”

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

His tone was cold, dismissive. Nikki, refusing to back down, pressed her body closer. "Don’t tell me you don’t miss this," she said, gesturing to her body. She was wearing a g-string and a light handkerchief was tied around her waist but the g-string is still transparent. Then with a bra pushing up her breast. Paxton shrugged her off, turning his attention back to the group. Nikki stormed away, and as she did, Paxton’s gaze found mine across the fire. His eyes flickered with something dark, something intense. My heart pounded as our eyes locked.

He really did not know, because Karl had only mentioned Nikki's older sister a few times. "I'm ready. Sorry to keep you waiting." He rotated his body in thirty degrees. As if time stopped, he stared at the figure of Nikki who was wearing a semi-casual blend of blue and white. A shirt decorated with shoelaces hanging from the loose sleeves, with a blue and white horizontal pattern, combined with a white knee-length skirt. The woman had her prosthetic leg in place, so she no longer relied on crutches to help her walk. He got up from his chair as soon as he managed to wake up from his reverie.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

Ares loves his food fresh, so I haven't instructed the chef on what she is to make. But I should have just remained in my room, because the minute I step out, I resist the urge to roll my eyes or even get angry. It is the girl from earlier, still clinging to Ares' arms like he is her oxygen. I can smell alcohol from where I stand, and I scrunch my nose, hoping Ares won't notice. But the devil does instead. “What?” she scoffs, throwing her purse on the couch. “Annika, did you just scrunch your nose up in disgust at me?

I heard his appreciative groan as he kissed between my breasts, unzipping my romper. I pouted when he pulled away, Hibiki smirking down at me. “Don’t worry, I’m far from done worshipping you, goddess.” he winked as he helped me out of the romper, leaving me completely naked. “Fuck do you ever wear underwear?” his voice was husky as his dark eyes took in every inch. “They just get in the way.” I shrugged, licking my lips, eager to get him naked too.

Was that why my neck was hurting? "And what might that be?" Nikki said, flipping her gorgeous apple red hair over her shoulder and bringing her Bloody Mary to her plush red lips and taking a sip. I think a guy in the back just fell off his stool trying to have a glimpse of the beautiful redhead sitting next to me. Nikki had, surprisingly, taken her time to get dressed in a short black dress with lace sleeves. She had her hair down in loose curls and had highlighted her makeup with glossy red lips and was wearing red heels to complete the look. She looked completely different from the sweet, kind girl I know. Nope, today she was totally smoking sexy. I'm sure every male in the club would agre