Riley Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

I’ve been wondering how he’d gotten enough support so readily. “He was cute, too. Good in bed. Probably better than you. But now you’ll never find out how talented I am,” Riley snickers, waving her heaving bosom in my face. The fabric of her bodice just barely covers her nipples, it’s cut so low. She is vulgar, gross, and dumber than a post. I’d rather die than touch her. I don’t tell her these things, however. There’s no point wasting the energy. Riley must not think I’m properly disappointed by not having the opportunity to sample her wares, because she primps and tosses her long, white-blonde hair over her shoulder, again, right in my face.

I palmed myself through my jeans, watching as he carefully stood and peeled off his jeans. “Fuck, princess,” I whispered to myself stroking slowly. “Look at you. Still dripping for me.” Riley glanced at his phone on the nightstand, then away, like he was trying not to think about the blackmailer. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, turning to check the plug still buried in his ass. The thick base between his cheeks made his perky ass look even more fuckable. He touched it lightly, biting his lip as the movement sent a shiver through him. His cock hardened fully

Riley watched, transfixed, her hand unconsciously brushing over her own thigh. “Come here,” I told her, breaking the kiss. “She feels as good as she looks.” Riley hesitated only a moment before shedding her hoodie, revealing a simple tank top that showed off her lean, athletic build and colorful tattoos on her arms and collarbone. She climbed onto the wide chair beside us, eyes dark with want. Lena reached for her first — a tentative touch on Riley’s arm that turned bolder when Riley leaned in and kissed her.

She lap dances on the horny guys, one by one, grinding her pussy on their cocks, letting them smack her ass and grab… one crazy dude goes as far as pushing his fingers against her cunt as if to break through the sheer fabric and get access to her body. Oh, god. I clap my thighs and suck in air. ‘You want this, Elena. Seven cocks for your sanity.’ I puff and try to connect with my crazy side. It feels like a struggle. When I open my eyes, Riley isn't the same anymore. She’s stripped naked, her clothes torn as they go mad over her breasts like they’re national treasures. Sucking. Grabbing and squeezing. Plucking out the boob tapes to latch their tongues over her slutty nipples to soothe the ac

Riley was watching, running her hands between her own thighs, rubbing subtly. “Fuck, this is turning me on. Guys…my turn. Dare me to do something filthy. Alex decided to use this opportunity. “Strip for us, Riley. Slowly. And touch yourself while you do it.” Riley stood up, moving her hips to imaginary music. “You want a show? Fine.” She pulled her top off first; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were pierced. “You like what you see? She teased, pinching one nipple and gasping.

It’s true… Its really true… I saw Riley, standing over Mia’s unconscious body, caressing her. He is sporting a hard-on, and his hands were all over her, squeezing her boobs. Her clothes were off, she is wearing only lingerie, the same lingerie she was wearing as we made love this afternoon. He leaned down and started kissing her, smooching her boobs and moaning alone as he did it. “How do you fuck an unconscious woman, like, how crazy is that?” I thought within me. This is wrong, in every sense of the word. I can never unsee this, I just can’t believe that he would try to do this to a girl he claim that he loves.

Her legs finally stopped shaking, and Riley lifted his head, the smile curving his lips one of pure male satisfaction. "I knew you'd be responsive the second I laid eyes on you." He nipped her lower lip. "I can't wait to get all your clothes off and have you naked." "M-me, too," she stammered. "I mean, I want to see you naked, too." "You first," he told her, and pushed her jeans down past her hips.

Another part — the treacherous, curious part — was already throbbing with unwanted heat. Slowly, defiantly, she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing small, perky breasts with pierced nipples. Then the jeans came off, followed by her black thong. She stood completely naked in the center of the room, trying to look unbothered even as her cheeks burned. Elena’s green eyes darkened with approval as they roamed over Riley’s body. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “And so much potential.” She picked up a thin black leather collar from the table and stepped forward, fastening it snugly around Riley’s neck. The click of the buckle sounded loud in the quiet room.

I had one ear on their conversation and another on my phone as I opened her latest message. It wasn’t a text this time. It was a video. The moment I clicked play, my blood ran hot. There she was—Riley. Naked. Writhing. Moaning. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her fingers tangling in Leslie’s hair as the latter kissed down her body. Their skin gleamed under dim bedroom lighting, their breaths ragged, their movements desperate. My entire body tensed, my grip tightening around the phone. This little brat.

Kaylee and Sophie helped, shoving his jeans down to his ankles His white briefs were tented already, poor thing was hard from fear. We ripped those down too. He stood there completely naked, hands flying to cover his crotch, and his skinny legs trembling. His cock was hidden behind his palms, but the rest of him was on full display, his narrow hips, flat ass, that sad little happy trail leading nowhere. Kaylee zoomed in with her phone. “Smile for the camera, virgin. Say cheese...”