Jasmine Jafar Nude Novels & Stories

"But I'm not scared. You can try it if you want." Ophelia was stunned. She had never seen someone so bold when facing death. And sadly, she knew the woman was right. She was too weak to fight properly now. "What's your name?" Ophelia asked slowly, lowering the knife now. "Jasmine." Jasmine answered with a seductive smile as she calmly peeled off the towel around her body. She walked naked toward the closet like she didn't care at all. Ophelia could see her bared shaved pussy, her breasts with brown nipples, then her curvy body.

“Get off of me.” “Behave now, or I will put you back in that cage.” “Asshole. You’re a monster.” “I’ve been called worse.” I pick her up and carry her bridal style to my room. Once we get inside the bathroom, I take off her clothes that smell of the cage. She doesn’t fight with me anymore. She stands naked before me. Her creamy skin glimmers in the light. I’ve seen hundreds of naked women, but there’s something about Jasmine that makes her stand out, and she doesn’t even know it.

Only rejection could make Jackson this emotional. Jasmine did not answer; she deliberately got off Jackson's lap and undressed. Normally she would have left her underwear on, but this time she left everything naked. "Are you not interested in my body? Or am I just not the type of woman who can warm you up?" Jasmine was deliberately baiting Jackson. Jackson closes his eyes, feeling that he can no longer hold back this turmoil. He had been holding Jasmine and trying to negotiate, but the bitch was having none of it.

he sighed. Swallowing uncomfortably, I adjusted myself and heard a soft knock on my open door. Glancing up, I cringed at Jasmine standing there in a white lace see-through nightgown with her blonde hair piled up on top of her head. She was making circles on the door frame with her index finger and purred, “Come to bed, Alpha. I know what I can do to relax you.” Of course, she was knowledgeable. I was certain that before she came to me, she was a high-priced prostitute.

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”

Calmly, Jasmine endorsed " I will " Taking out her phone she took some selfies using the stunning scenery as a background. Later she sent them to Keith via W******p with the caption.[' What is more beautiful me or the stars? ] From a corner, the bodyguard stood watching everything unfold. His eyes became dark. ' A candlelight dinner huh? This girl is shameless. She is going through all this for an affair. I will expose you to the president. You don't deserve him at all ' 'Beep '

Jasmine asked, sighing as her eyes shone with mischief while an exaggerated look of disappointment Graced her Expression. Maya groaned raising her hands in frustration and letting them fall back to her side in complete despair. "Haven't you been listening to me? He was the one who turned me down. He was the one who fucking walked out uninterested." She whispered remembering how humiliated she had felt when he had covered her naked body and had left without a second glance at her. "He left while you were naked?" Jessica asked her sky blue eyes wide in disbelief. Jasmine glared at her.

, Jasmine whispered, " I am here" Mark switched to video call. He looked into her eyes and smiled," I want to see you touch yourself. Rub your c***, up and down, round and round, in and out" "I want to see your goods first", Jasmin demanded. Mark lowered his fone and stocked his c*** in his hand, " do you like what you see?" Jessica gasped, " It is huge. I don't think I can handle all off it"

And then,Jasmine brought her hand to her breasts. She lifted up her shirt and began to rubbed her boobs. A man like him could touch her in all the ways she life. She tugged down her skirt and slide her hand into her underwear then she began to stroke herself. She stroke herself and pictured Lorenzo touching her instead. She stroke herself faster and faster and covered her mouth so her other housemates wouldn’t hear her. As Jasmine came,she pulled her knees up to her chest,reeling in the fact that she had just masturbated to the thought of Fabiola’s husband.

Jasmine sighed and sat on the couch near the table in the room, her eyes burned with tears again, and she blinked her eyes a couple of times to prevent her tears from falling. “Please don’t cry,” she told herself before sighing and raising her head. A few minutes later, Jasmine pat herself and wore the revealing dress before leaving the office. All eyes were on her as she walked out, the girl gaped at her because she looked incredibly sexy in the revealing cloth. It showed her boobs and only covered her nipples. It was a jumpsuit that only covered the front of her pussy and left the rest covered with a transparent net. Jasmine always felt confident, but that night she lost it. Instead of bre