Pearl Davis Nude Novels & Stories

"Niall come on, we'll be late." Sonya Davis pushed the diamond stud into her ear as she looked into the mirror and shoved her foot into the high heel stiletto that matched the one she already wore. She looked at herself one last time, running her hands smoothly down the sides of her short black silk dress that fit her curves like a glove. Niall walked up behind his wife and mirrored the action from behind, only his hands came around and up to cup her breasts as they both looked on in the mirror.

She finally undressed, now buck-naked in front of the king, the maids had made her dress without underclothes, and that made her so angry with them, but at the end of it all, they were following the king's order. The king's eyes pierced through Pearl's beautiful curvy skin filled with beautiful freckles. She tried covering her private area, but the king gave her a stern glare that made her quickly take it off. "This is all your clothes have been hiding from me, Pearl. You have got the perfect body for me… Don't you think you should start walking naked? At least I will get a good view of this every day!" He said, staring at her body lustfully and trailing his finger through her waist in satis

Her skirt, waist-shirt, and petticoats landed in a crumpled heap on the floor, leaving her in only a thin chemise and her frilly underpants. Then those were gone too. Pearl was used to being nude, Her hands went upward then down as she sought to hide herself from his gaze but he caught her hands and then she was facedown on the berth. He said, “Now I am going to teach you to be less saucy. His hand came down on her bottom. Her ass jerked high up in the air and she cried out, her face buried in the small pillows on the berth. Her fingers clawed at the berth’s covering, disarranging them.

And below those headlines were pictures. The first showed her in Lawrence’s room, caught in a moment she thought was private. The second, an image that stole her breath. The third, taken just as Innocent had pushed Lawrence aside, and Denis’s camera had flashed she was completely naked in this one. Every photo blurred her dignity, every caption mocked her pain. And in all of them, Lawrence’s face was nowhere to be seen. Pearl stared, unable to move. Her mind tried to deny what her eyes saw, but the truth blazed across the screen.

Meanwhile, Pearly replied to her envious look by shedding her clothes as she approached him, seductively shaking her bottom. Before Mark knew it, the two nude women were entertaining his eyes with their s*xy curves, periodically kissing each other while watching his reactions. Swirling his wine, Pearly grabbed Ariana's waist and pulled her into the chest, intentionally joining their round–long n*ppl*s and crossing their legs scissors–like. Their cunts embracing each other, they stroke each other's n*ppl*s with their fingers and let out soft moans, instantly arousing him.

Caro just chuckled, then her eyes drifted toward Davis direction at the stage, and her heart sank, her smile slowly disappeared. There he was. Davis. Standing confident as always. But what froze Caro’s blood was the woman beside him. Linda. The same woman she saw half-naked in his penthouse, few hours ago. And now, Linda looked stunning. Her dress glowed under the lights, hugging her curves perfectly. Her hand rested lightly on Davis’s chest, her red nails tracing the edge of his suit like they’d done it a thousand times. Davis wasn’t pulling away and wasn't smiling either.

Lucas kissed her on her forehead and got out of the room. Pearl picked up the lingerie. She raised it to her eyes and her face turned even redder. She quickly changed into it and turned towards the mirror to look at herself. She was shocked. The dress was so revealing. But how does it matter when he has already seen her naked. She noticed it somehow looked like a maid dress. She blushed even more. She never imagined he was into these things. Her stomach was doing a backflip from all the excitement and nervousness she was feeling.

“What else are they there for if not to entertain us men? I fucking spent ten thousand dolls on her." Rage churned in my stomach on hearing him say that. Celia was mine. She was all mine and not an entertaining object for filthy men. “She looked stunning, those long slick legs and her full round boobs..." He said dreamingly. "I just couldn’t resist touching them.” I could hear the lust in his voice, as a little smile creased his chubby round face. Despite the situation he was in, he still had the effrontery to talk about her body in a detailed sensual manner. He had no regrets and would do it again if given the chance.

“I already checked everywhere except the restricted places, and I still haven’t found her. I wanted to sneak in, but I was scared of getting caught. So, please help me.” And for whatever reason under the goddess' moon, this infuriating, impossible, and unbelievable man started laughing, making my jaw drop. “How can you be laughing when Pearl is missing?” He smiled like this entire situation was a comedy show. “Pearl isn’t missing.” “What do you mean she’s not missing?” He stepped aside and gestured into the room. “Go inside and check for yourself.” My stomach dropped as I walked inside and found Pearl sitting on the bed, scrolling through an iPad with a little headset over her ears, looking

The annoying voices of his step mother. A loud knock echoed through his bedroom door as Alex finished drying off from his shower. Intrigued by the absence of a voice, he wondered who it could be. Approaching the door, he swung it open, only for his face to contort in disgust at the sight of Pearl standing there. She wore a black silky gown that exposed her thighs and plunged deeply at the neckline, revealing a generous view of her cleavage. Her nipples stood at attention, and a seductive smile played on her lips as she noticed Alex's eyes darken with desire, his eyes raked over her perfect figure from her long legs to her ample bosom, nearly spilling out of the gown.