Riley Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

I kept licking through it, messy and eager, until her thighs finally relaxed and she pushed my head back with a shaky laugh. Riley looked down at me – lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes still dark – and smiled like she’d just claimed something. “My turn,” she said, voice still rough. “Dare. Strip. Everything. I want to see what that mouth belongs to.” I stood on unsteady legs and shoved my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It slapped against my stomach, hard enough that it ached. The circle whooped and laughed. Someone yelled about “nerd dick” but I barely heard them.

“I am not going to worry about that right now. All I want is a pack of magical little pills so that I can hump her son whenever I feel like it, sans babies. Do you understand?” Talia sighed in defeat. “Fine. It’s your delivery room, not mine.” . “Can I take your picture?” Riley was leaning against the wall, his right leg bent behind him and propped on the brick exterior. He looked at her, frowning for a second, and then his lips turned upwards into a knowing smirk. “Why? Want to carry around a shot of this beauty wherever you go?” He used the hand holding the cigarette to gesture to himself, sweeping it over his body. A trail of gray smoke followed his movements.

How terrifying is a man who's a simp and knows that he's one? In three years of dating, I've transferred six million dollars to my girlfriend, Nadine Stark. I made sure every transaction was labeled as a willing gift. I know she only sees me as her personal ATM, but I still go along with it. We break up over something ridiculous. I'm a little late in transferring money to her once, and she screams at me to get lost over and over again. So I do. That's when Nadine loses it. She starts stalking and harassing me, and she spreads rumors about me. She claims I have an STD, that I've stolen her gold necklace worth 150 thousand dollars, and that I've abused her cat to death. In the end, I los

His jaw tightened as he looked up at her, breath coming steady but heavy. “Figured it was time to stop being a lazy bum while your parents are away. Can’t let myself go completely.” He pushed himself up smoothly, muscles flexing under the sweats, then stood tall, wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt. The movement revealed a strip of toned stomach and the faint trail of hair disappearing into his shorts. Riley’s gaze dropped lower for a second before she caught herself. The shape in those shorts… the way the fabric shifted when he moved looked way too familiar. Heat crept up her neck as memories of the dick pics and the shower incident flashed through her mind.

“But kind of thrilling too. Don’t stop now or I might chicken out.” Sarah shook her head. “You’re braver than me. I would have picked truth a long time ago.” Mr. Brooks stepped closer again. “My turn once more. Riley, I dare you to remove those panties and spread your knees a little wider while you stay kneeling.” I bit my lip hard. My face burned hot, but I hooked my fingers into the thin fabric and slid my last piece of clothing down. Now I was completely naked in front of all of them. I pushed my knees apart on the rug, feeling totally open. The room got quieter except for the crackling fire.

Riley hit play. The soundscape hit differently this time. It started with the same deep bass, but now it carried her own recorded gasp from last night, layered under the heartbeats. Then her voice was husky, saying “yes” and “don’t stop.” Heat flooded her face and between her legs. “Riley…” she started. “Clothes off,” he said quietly. “Full immersion tonight. No barriers.”

she thought. “Yes, you said you wanted to see me,” Simon was casually dressed, sitting down with a glass of wine on the table which he was drinking from. “What do you want to tell me?” he asked. Riley was wearing a big and long, blue dress, designed to be easily taken off. She stood there, staring at Simon with a seductive smile on her face while he sipped from his wine glass. “You’re just about to find out,” she replied. She pulled off her gown, revealing a black, lacy lingerie while Simon furrowed his brows, “Really? Is this what you want to tell me?”

Riley pressed her mound against my bulge, "I get to be Jenny. Go sit down." I sat, knowing I shouldn't, but too fucking horny to care. I sat. My daughter stood in front of me, checking out the bulge in my underwear. She said nothing, reached out, and closed my legs. Looking into my eyes, Riley straddled my legs and sat, sliding closer until I felt her mound resting on my covered cock. "Be more fun naked." She said, smiling. "This is very wrong, young lady." Now she was shifting her hips forward and back. With just two thin layers of cotton, I could feel every contour of her pubis.

Riley hurried her bath, and after making sure she smelled heavenly, she put on one of the underwear she and Zia had bought the other day. She wore a black butterfly thong and a see-through bra that barely did the job of holding her breasts. After checking herself in the mirror, Riley covered herself with a red satin robe. Next, she went to the bedroom. Adrian was waiting for her. He was leaning on the headboard, completely naked. His member was up, and his hand was stroking his length. That scene, combined with his perfectly sculpted body, broad chest, six-pack abs, and tall figure, was enough to make her cum.

“You have a change of clothes?” I asked as I wiped some of the wet hair from his face. Riley nodded, reaching in and grabbing his duffle from the back seat. As if nothing, he started to pull his wet clothes off right there. One of the boys coughed as Riley dropped his pants and looked at me, shocked. “Riley…at least…” “It’s fine. The entire population of Georgia has seen me naked. Maybe even railed me. It’s not an issue.”