Novel & Cerita Jasmine Jafar Nude

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

Felix looked at Jasmine with a wicked grin as she continued presenting. “And on to the last segment of my presentation. I have a clear picture of what the skyscraper budget will look like” she said as she turned to slide. The board of members was murmuring as they looked at the projector's screen. Jasmine turned to look at the projector. “What!” she screamed. Everyone stared vigorously at the screen. It was a naked picture of her on a boat. Felix smiled at Jasmine. Jasmine understood that he did it, she felt humiliated in front of the members.

It pooled at her feet. Naked now. Naked and unashamed. Naked and magnificent. “If I ever kneel,” she purred, “it will be because I’m dragging someone’s mouth down with me.” Gasps. Moans. Shifts of bodies that forgot where they were. Roger’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t stop her. Not yet. Jasmine walked to the center of the room, bare feet silent against the polished floor. She turned in a slow, calculated circle—letting them all see what power looked like without a crown.

Kill said so lustily, he couldn't wait to fuck her, but this woman had a mind of her own. She took off her clothes and slowly she dragged down her pants, uncovering her lovely white thighs with underwear covering what he was dying to see. "Take it off," he said breathlessly. Jasmine obeyed and took off her underwear. Her part was white and well shaved with a pink slit in the middle.

JASMINE POV. Once he was satisfied that I was okay, he turned towards the girl who had splashed the coffee at me. “Oh my God… you are Nathan Hale.” She screamed, raising her hands to her mouth when she recognized who he was. A ripple of recognition swept through the small café, whispers spreading like wildfire. I saw several phones discreetly rise, fingers tapping away with feverish excitement. Nathan Hale, a supermodel and actor, had his face plastered across every billboard in the country. I had worked with him once when I was still Jasmine Carter, not this weak Jasmine with nothing to her name.

I laugh at my own nervousness and playfully push her back on the bed. "I'll do it." I tell her, lifting her feet and removing her shoes and socks. "Now the jeans?" I ask. "Now the jeans." She says, leaning back and shoving them down over her hips. I watch her tits bounce from side to side as she wiggles out of her jeans. Grabbing the pant legs, I pull them off. What a sight! Jasmine is lying back on my bed in just her black thong, smiling at me. Her thick black bush pushes against the thin material covering her pussy and stray hairs curl around the edges of it. I want to take it slowly, but I can't wait to see her completely naked. It's like I'm afraid that at any time I could wake up and fi