Nikki Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

Nixon responded as they stare at themselves. And then Rehab started kissing him and both of them started kissing each other. Nixon Lifted her and take her inside the room. He dropped her on top of the bed and pull off his shirt. While he was pulling off his shirts, Luna was also pulling off hers too. So there are both left naked and then Nixon jumped on top of her and started kissing her. And then insert his snake inside her as she moaned loudly. Nixon was slowly pushing in and out while Luna was enjoying it.

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

“Men are just like the same! They are all asses! They just want your pussies, girls! Once they’d popped your cherries, they would jump to another cherry. I’m telling you, Stan is no different from other men. He’s a douche hiding behind his kind facade and flawless reputation.” “Rachel, you’re drunk. Stop talking.” Grace stopped her while shaking her head. Rachel scoffed again. “What? I was telling the truth! He’s just like Nik, Blakely’s rude and snobbish brother!” I was no longer listening to Rachel’s drunken rants because of the notification I received. Nik posted a picture. It was a photo of a woman, sexy and hot. She's lying on the bed, obviously naked. Behind her was Nik, smoking hot wh

He commanded. "Yes sir." I was tempted to stand at ease but I was wise enough to discard it. I stood in front of his desk, my head bowed a bit while my hands were joined together. I intentionally kept my gaze to the floor to avoid meeting the evident glare he wore at me. "Nikki Hood?" Chad ruffled through his desk and picked his phone up. Turning the screen at me, he shook his head pitifully. "Could you please explain to me what this means?" There on his screen stood all petite version of me, an unshaven bush grown on her private area and a smug grin on her face. My nude image! Not knowing what next to do, I fell in his desk direction, holding my head in place and 'passing out'.

The plea in his eyes turned into raw terror. "Y-You saw that?" His voice was barely audible. "I did," I calmly replied. Zane went as pale as paper. He tried to stand, only to collapse back onto his knees. He scrambled to explain. "Listen, Sadie! I-I was just trying to brush her off. I didn't mean any of it! "I saw her as you, and I-I was just acting!" I ignored his hollow excuses and found them utterly pathetic. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and held it up to his face.

Pushing open the rusted security door, I was hit by a wave of stale air, heavy with the scent of dust and time. I waved a hand in front of my face and got to work. Halfway through, a message came through from an unfamiliar number. It was a video. In it, Charles had his arms wrapped around a curvy woman, whispering things into her ear with a smile I knew far too well. For a moment, I froze. That face still had the power to throw me off balance. The video was loud with music, but the conversation managed to cut through. "Charles, you think Mindy's really mad this time? Think she's done for good?"

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now. Niku started setting up a pair of cameras on tripods that were aimed at the living room. She added two lights with white, reflective backgrounds. It was such a practiced operation. I just stood there in the doorway, trembling. My pussy dripped beneath my conservative dress. Mrs. Miller took my hand and led me to the center. "This is Annie Green, the preacher's virgin daughter, and she wants to be a p**n star." "So badly," I moaned as Niku moved about with a third camera and filmed me.

He had a different charisma. "I have something important to say." Brad noticed her and dropped the magazine on coffee table. "I don't have much time for your nonsense." Lisa wore her wrist watch and applied nude lipstick, leaving her wavy hair open. "I am sorry. That day I didn't mean to say that." Brad was now standing an inch apart from her. "Cut the crap! What do you want now?" Lisa tapped her bare feet on gray marble, showing she was getting impatient. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed- temperature dropped down in room. Brad's face was dark, just like the bottom of a pot. He than strode to where she was and his eyes searched around for something. Brad spotted white bunny slippers beside b