Quinn Harper Naked Novels & Stories

They looked incredible together. “Like what you see, Rebecca?” Harper cooed, her voice dripping with sex. “It’s a very pretty sight,” I breathed, unable to look away. My own pussy was throbbing hard between my thighs. They hooked their thumbs into their panties and slowly slid them down together. Harper’s thick, luxurious blonde bush came into full view, her puffy pink lips peeking through the curls, already wet. Claire’s smooth, bald cunt was visibly slick, her clit slightly swollen. They stood there proudly, completely naked, holding hands and looking straight at me.

I walked inside, my footsteps echoing in the vast, hollow space. "Harper?" I called out. My voice felt small, swallowed by the shadows. "You actually came," a voice drifted down from a rusted catwalk high above. Harper stepped out of the darkness. She wasn't wearing the soft, "pregnant" clothes from the video, the carefully curated outfit designed to win public sympathy. She was wearing a leather jacket and a smirk that made my skin crawl. She descended the stairs with a slow, rhythmic grace, her boots clicking against the metal.

Harper trailed off, eyes wide and mouth open. He wasn’t sleeping in the nude, but he might as well be. His white briefs were very brief indeed, and they were so fine, they might as well have been see-through in the bright morning light flooding the windows. That was completely her fault. He lifted himself on his forearms, which absolutely highlighted the taut perfection of his ass in those briefs, as he turned from his stomach to his back. He smirked up at her from his position as he lounged, seeming unbothered by her presence. “Do you like what you see, physical therapist?”

Slowly, her hand went up behind her and she tugged the zip of her dress down. Harper turned her attention back to Evan, pulling his chair back closer to her. The sheer anticipation of what was about to happen made Evan's heart race. His cock, still noticeably erect, twitched a little, as if aware of what was to come. By the time Harper wrapped her hand tenderly at the base, Lila was already down to her underwear. Unclasping her bra, she let it slide to the floor. All that separated her from total nudity was her white cotton panties. Harper traced a finger up the side of Evan's shaft, stroking it lightly. Evan shuddered from the sensation that ran up his body. She let the finger linger at his

Finley asks, his light tone breaking the emotionally charged tension as the others laugh. I glance down at myself, and yes, I’m completely naked. In the wildness of being resurrected, my current state had slipped my mind, or maybe I had just not cared. Dillon slowly backs away, putting a little distance between us, now that he has realised he was hugging a naked guy. Harper giggles and Dillon shoots her a half hearted glare. She raises her hands. “Hey, no judgement here,” she teases.

"They taste delicious. Do you want to eat them with me?" Saint covered his face with a hand and growled. "Are you testing my self-restraint? Because believe it or not, I'm still a man, Harper." It was at that moment that Harper knew she had fucked up. Her eyes traveled south, and she blinked repeatedly. Harper was standing there, entirely naked for the world to see. Her skin was smooth, and her body was curvy with a little pouch for a belly she didn't want anyone to see, especially Saint.

I peel off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor. From the drawer, I pull out the silk slip—the sheer one that shows everything. I slide it over my skin, the fabric cool, nipples hardening instantly against the thin cloth. One glance in the mirror makes me smirk. Every inch of me screams invitation. I slip barefoot down the stairs to the lower deck. They’re waiting for me. My crew. My men. “Fuck, there she is.” “Queen Jenner.” They holler, whistles sharp, eyes hungry. The air vibrates with the kind of anticipation that makes my thighs slick before I even touch them.

Harper I feel heavy. Like I have been hit by a bus. It has to be close to what it feels like being hit by a bus going thirty in a fifteen zone. My bones ache—my fingers and toes tingle. My eyeballs are sore. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, and I already do not want to start the day or the evening. I have no clue of the time. I must have partied too hard last night and was slipped something in my drink. I don’t remember anything. A.N.Y.T.H.I.NG, except how to spell adequately, and that’s something. What is that horrendous smell? Is it me? Harper breathes in the air. Taking it in the room and the strongest aroma is her. The smell is mostly urine. This girl has peed her herself. The second s

"I dare you to…take off your top and show us what color of underwear you're on…" The guys gasped, but I swear, you could see the excitement on their faces. They looked way too hyped for this, even Axel. I quickly looked at Harper to see if she had any underwear on; thankfully, she did. Harper sighed, standing up as she pulled her top over her head.

Lauren The door swings open and I step inside the fitting room, phone already up because I was supposed to sneak a quick shot of the empty room for Ryan. Instead I freeze. My finger hits the shutter before my brain even catches up. There they are. Harper backed up against the wall, belly sticking out like a basketball, and that Asian guy basically pinning her there with his arms on both sides of her head. Their faces are way too close. Like, kiss-close. My mouth drops open for real this time because holy crap I did not expect this.