Madeline Jackson Nude Novels & Stories

"Take off your clothes, Madeline." She stands up, unbuttoning her suit jacket and slipping it off her shoulders. I study her figure as she hangs her jacket over the chair and removes her bra. She's not as developed as Mom or Maggie but her breasts don't sag either. As she unzips her skirt and steps out of it, I notice her stomach and hips show a little bit of her age, but overall she's not unattractive. She's a natural brunette with a full, untrimmed forest of pubic hair, not unlike how Maggie's used to look.

After that, Madeline really sent some pictures to Hazel’s phone. In the pictures, Joshua was lying on a bed, shirtless, with a burly physique familiar to Hazel. In some pictures, his eyes were slightly closed, while in others, they were open but seemed empty. Hazel looked at the pictures coldly. Simon tried to say something, but when he saw Hazel’s face, he whispered, “Pretty good figure….” “Do you see these pictures?” Madeline said triumphantly, “You know Joshua’s temper. If he didn’t agree, was I able to take the pictures of him?”

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Savannah ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone… and Madonna stood nude from the waist up before her friends. Alyssa studied her breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Madonna tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

Lydia asked. Madilyn’s shaky hand showed Lydia a picture that had been posted to the one of the top gossips sites online. It was a picture of Drake leaving an abandoned island on the back of a jet ski, with an extremely gorgeous woman driving it. In large bold letters right above the letter is the title of the article. ***IS THE MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR BACK TO HIS CHEATING WAYS***

She sighed in frustration. They walked out of the room to join the boys who were having fun downstairs. As they walked down the stairs, her face beamed with a smile as she saw the boys staring at them. Her eyes fell on Jason who was staring at Madison speechlessly and she knew he must be surprised at her outfit which was quite unusual. Madison was a low fashion girl and today, she had made her dress up in a crop top and bermuda shorts which she knew would be appeasing to Jason who likes erotic stuff.

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.

Madison was currently lying on a king-size bed wearing nothing but dark red lace underwear. She's topless, with her breasts only concealed by flower petals. Her arms are crossed over her chest while the gorgeous and young photographer positioned above her takes a multitude of pictures. She performs her job professionally, but she still can't help casting a seductive smile at the man who has been staring at her intensely for a while now. Well, I wouldn't be surprised, given that my flawless body is fully exposed to his eyes, making me look like a goddess lying on the bed staring up at him.

She squeezed them lightly in her palms, a tiny moan escaping her lips. Then, she bent over to take her panties off, throwing them on the couch where her dress was lying. Taking her time, she made her way over to the pole, taking it in her hand and bending over. As if she was dancing for a crowd, Madison started to move her hip up and down, the sound of her clapping ass cheeks filling the room instantly. She touched her toes, imagining Killian behind her with his cock fucking her ass. "Gosh.." she sighed, getting up and leaning on the pole.