Nikki Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

She sighed and slowly slid down while she looked at me, stopping when her knees were bent and she was in a squatting position. “The party has arriiivveed,” she sang. Nikki wore fitted jeans, black fuck-me heels and a short red cropped t-shirt showing off her belly. Her makeup was done and her hair was up in a high tight ponytail. She called it her battle hairstyle. She said it made her feel like a “boss bitch”. She stood to her feet and looked around. “Just us?” She asked. “You didn’t see Mavy when you came through the front door?” I asked.

In that I sat at the desk and opened my laptop, Nicky was active so I wrote him there: call me 😏 When he saw him I looked at his call immediately and answered quickly. I was still in my towel, Nicky had his hair disheveled, he was freshly up. -Are you alone? -asks me. "That's right, I'm very lonely," I smiled mischievously at him as I slowly took off the towel, revealing my breasts. —Shit, Marga, they're making me want to take a plane and go to that room right now —he approached the camera— focus lower.

"It will take time but everything's going to be okay." After a few silent seconds, Simone stood up, clapping her hands. "Okay enough of this crying shit. Let's give the guys a hard time taking their eyes off us. They are going to know what woman power actually is." Nicki finally smiled. "Yeah one last night with Adrian." Ira grinned too. "Yeah, can you do my make-up Nicki, you seem good at it." Nicki nodded enthusiastically. "Sure. If you do my hair, I love your hairstyle."

Nikkie hissed in embarrassment. "Whatever you want to call me. I only intend to help you," I said casually. Nikkie closed her eyes tightly, then after opening them again, Nikkie said. "Okay. But I won't take off all my clothes!" "Jeez, what are you afraid of, wife? I'm not so vile as to attack a sick woman," I said, rubbing my face in frustration. "The thing is, I'm embarrassed!" Nikkie exclaimed in annoyance. Her annoyed face somehow looked funny to me. I couldn't help but smile.

Nicole stood there, frozen in shock, eyes wide as she took in the scene: me completely naked, legs spread wide, tits bouncing and squirting all over Tristan’s cock while screaming his name. shit-

Yet, she reached my feet, and a devious smirk rose on her swollen lips. Nikki dipped her fingers into the waist of her barely there shorts, rocked her hips from side to side, twice, and then let them fall to the floor, where she stepped out of them. But she didn't stop. Bending at the waist, she planted her hands on the mattress between my legs, walked herself up a couple of steps, and then took the edge of my shorts and pulled them to my ankles. I wouldn't make her beg or, hell, even ask. I kicked the damn things off somewhere into the darkness, and she dropped her head back in laughter.

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 stared blankly at the closed door, still finding the act ridiculous. I knocked gently on the door and waited for Nikky to open up. After a short moment of waiting, she opened it narrowly and stood there. From her feet up to her head, my eyes ran through… Nikky wore a red crop top singlet with thin straps and red shorts that looked like they came in a set with the singlet. Her feet were covered with white socks, and it was very obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the top. My eyes caught her nipples, sticking their heads out. Nikky had round firm and full breasts. My eyes drifted back up. I opened my mouth to speak, but her voice rose above mine.

The picture is a close up of me, sitting naked on uncle Harry's bed, very similar to the position of the women in uncle Harry's videos. "Nick, have you used the transmitter on anyone you haven't told me about?" Nicole asks from behind the camera. "No." I answer in that weird monotone voice. "Did you do anything to me or make any suggestions that you haven't told me about?" She asks. "No." I say, flatly. "What do you really think of my tits, Nick?" She asks. Christ, not this again, I think, as I'm waiting for the answer on the video. I wonder if I can give her a Post Transmission Suggestion not to be self-conscious about her tits.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.