Shantel Jackson Nude Novels & Stories

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 Indeed, she might've been replaced by Leila.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.

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.

I wouldn't want to see the she-wolf in her! "Tesoro mio, I already called Mr. Vianchi, and guess what?" it was Shantel. She has been doing almost all of my work since I was confined at the hospital. She just walked into my study room with her fitted one-piece above-the-knee red dress, the tight-fitted outfit accentuated her curves. The click-clacking of her black stilettos was like a melodic rhythm seducing my manhood, but my boy didn't even respond. She deliberately flipped her hair to the side, showing her neck while giving me the documents, Mr. Vianchi and I signed about a month ago.

Jackson's voice comes, pulling me back to the present. My breath catches in my throat when I turn around and realise what Jackson is asking me to help him with. He wants me to help him take off his shirt. He's lifting the black shirt slightly, revealing the lower deep abs and the defined V line that disappears somewhere beneath the grey pants that are hanging loosely around his waist.

SEX WITH THE PHOTOGRAPHER AND HIS MODELS Sally and Jenny exchanged a glance. They knew the beach was secluded, but taking off their bras? They both glanced at Jake, who arched a brow in expectation. Sally felt her pussy throb so hard. Who cared what was happening. She needed release. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the sand and watched Jenny follow suit. Their breasts, full and perky, were now on full display. Jake whistled, licking his lips hungrily. Marcus grinned. Perfect. He now had videos for their p**n site. Two lovely models getting fucked on the beach.

She was just treating Jackson like a fool! "No, Jack!" Serenity protested through the pain. Blood continued to trickle down the wound on her neck, and she watched in horror as Jackson began to do as told. There was a loud silence with nothing but the helicopter blade whirring above them. Jackson unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the thin sweatshirt underneath. After unbuttoning all the buttons, he removed his shirt. Jackson's men watched as he took his shirt off and moved to his belt. "Jack! Stop… She's just playing with you… She won't do as promised..." Serenity struggled to speak, but Jackson had already unbuckled his belt.

I began seeing slaves come in too, and I knew that everyone wanted to really see me fail. I couldn't back down now no matter what, I shook off whatever fear I had in me. I glanced at the clock again, it wasn't much longer now. She took some steps over to where I stood, I took in her appearance, her hair flowed behind her like dark flames, a golden chain necklace with small charms hung from her neck, her clothes were black and the color complemented her eyes. I watched Shantel walk closer to us, she embraced Gamma Belinda and told her good luck.

My fingers twitch, wishing to run along the tattoo, and in my fucked-up mind, I imagine tugging his shirt down a bit to get a good view of the mark. A skinny model kneels before him in nothing but a pair of lingerie, the strap of her thong is shamelessly lost in her butt crack, and her body hunches over as she blows the faceless man. Another has him completely naked this time, as he bangs a thick ebony slut in a ‘69’ position. “Oh…” I stagger before I can hold myself together.