Shantel Jackson Nude Novels & Stories

She was beautiful with luscious fuller hips. “You're beautiful,” Shawn said while tracing his fingers on her neck, going down her chest. “She's stunning," Kenny muttered and helped her get rid of the shorts and tossed them away, leaving her only in her panties. Both of them were squeezing her breasts a little harder, making her shudder as they pinched and twisted her hard, sensitive nipples, it didn't take a while for Shawn to strip off his clothes. He was a Greek god specimen to behold, with eight abs and his large cock sprouting out like some machine gun.

Nancy muses as her eyes close, attempting to calm her tense body and mental disturbances where her mind and heart were counter-reacting to any feelings that had caused her faith to be clouded by an unavoidable form of self-love. However, Jason recalls Nancy in her younger years, before they fell in love. When she was exhausted, she grabbed Stallone, jumped over his back, and went into the middle of the woods, where there were fresh, cool, clean streams. There, she unwrapped her body, leaving her two pieces of underwear, and exposing herself to the sun.

"Shelly over there is a little. And Jade, beside her, is a slave. I'm sure you can tell which is which." Scott followed his gaze. One of the women, Shelly presumably, wore a pink baby doll nighty, her blonde hair tied in pigtails. Jade, on the other hand, her jet-black hair cut severely, was dressed in a black beaded bustier with spaghetti straps and a matching black thong.

Not long after that, Shantal made her way to the restroom to wash her face clean and start the day fresh. The next thing that the girl did as soon as she was done prepping herself was to throw her body at the cleopatra sofa in her living room and propped her elbow next to the windowsill. She stared outside the window although there was nothing there for her to see and she stayed like and held that position a considerable amount of time as though she waiting for something to materialize out of thin air. However, it did not take that long before her patience wore thin; tsking in annoyance, Shantal reached towards her phone and grabbed it.

and clicked. Shirley in a tiny white bikini that left nothing to imagination. Water beaded on her sun-kissed skin like diamonds. One shot had her laughing at the camera, head thrown back, nipples hard points against wet fabric. Another from behind—ass perfect and round, bikini strings tied so loose they looked one tug away from unraveling completely. I was rock-hard in seconds, leaking against my boxers. I shoved my shorts and briefs down to my thighs, wrapped my fist around my throbbing cock, and started stroking fast, desperate, eyes glued to her ass in that photo. I was so close, groaning her name under my breath like a prayer….

Even to her. "Okay, let's talk about the business then. If that's what you want" she began. Shantelle leaned her body on the table, pushing her breasts forward. They were huge, round and fair. Despite being in clothes, they were still exposed due to the nature of the kind of material the dress was made of. Shantelle carefully watched Dominick's reaction to her seduction. It didn't seem to move him. Indeed, she might've been replaced by Leila.

I bit my lip and watched as he curled his fingers around my ass and was considering making her a voyeur. “I would make you watch…” “Fuck it.” Jackson snapped the buckle of his belt free and reached to undress me. I was graceful in my turn to stop him. “She doesn't deserve to see how you look when you come…” I played my fingertips against his chin as his jaw clenched beneath my fingers.

I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close. She advances with a slow step, each stride a promise of pain, her smile a fang planted in the air, and around us the prisoners part, not too far, never too far, for their tense bodies, their greedy eyes want to witness the scene, want to know if Cassandra bleeds, or if Cassandra reigns. Her finger rises, touches my chest, presses just enough to awaken the pain of my cracked rib which begins t

Jackson “What in the hell were you thinking?” The sound of the newspaper hitting Jackson Weathers’ desk was almost as loud as Jane’s question. Jackson looked up from his work to see a very angry woman glaring at him. “Just what in the hell were you thinking?” Jane repeated, her voice low and dangerous. She motioned to the newspaper. “Do you know how hard I have been working to change your image? And then you go and pull this shit?” Jackson glanced down at the paper to see the headline: “BILLIONAIRE PUBLIC SEX SCANDAL.” He had made front page news. Again.

Jackson said. "Okay," I answered without hesitation. This is something new, helping a straight man finding his true identity. "Cool. Let's take our dress off." Jackson ordered and stood up on the bed, one by one he took off his clothes until there was no fabric covering his body anymore. Jackson is very handsome, just like Mason, and his body is so ripped that he always goes to the gym. I started to take off my clothes. And after a minute, we were both naked.