Amaya Anne Nude Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

"What did she tell you?",Andre asked. "Nothing, she said nothing",Vanessa answered. "You do know I can kill you right now",Andre said. "I swear, she did not say-",Vanessa stopped as she felt the phone vibrating in her gown. Andre walked closer to her and noticed she did not have her panties on. "So you've been f*cking yourself?",he asked. Vanessa remained quiet and moved backwards towards the bed. She was really wet and felt it was the perfect distraction for him.

I press my lips against his, my fingers combing through his hair. "I want you," I breathe into his mouth. Grinding my hips for emphasis. "I want all of you." "We can't Andrea," he says. I pull away, to give him the view as I slowly unbutton my bodysuit. His eyes fixate on my exposed chest, the red bra pushing them up.

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.

'She's too precious for this world' Amy thought and cupped her cheeks as she stares at Amelia happily. "I'm glad" Anne suddenly said as she sighs. "Anne?" Helga said. "Oh, I'm just glad that madam Lia isn't the kind of person we all thought her to be. She really suits the master" Anne said and smiled with relief. Amelia felt herself blush after hearing Anne's compliment. "Oh! madam Lia is blushing! How cute!" Maisy chuckled. "Maisy," Helga said, calling Maisy's name with firmness in her tone.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

she said to the boy, in a threatening tone. “They’re just boys playing in a pool. Relax.” Amaya sauntered up to Sofia and Vivenne. She was donning a pair of wrap around her waist with a halter style bathing suit top. But she hardly had the figure for it, in Vivenne’s opinion. She was a little pudgy around the middle. And her big boobs sagged a bit without the support of a proper bra. Amaya didn’t give a shit, though. She was perfectly fine with showing off her body. She undid her wrap, revealing very tiny, string bottoms that went directly up her butt. She dragged a chair over and sat, facing the two lounging women.

Snapping out of my daze, I begin to stand while continuing to look around until my eyes find what I’m looking for, or rather, who. Amya is completely naked, lounging on a chaise lounge chair. Feeling my dick throb from the sight, I let my eyes move slowly, taking in her sexy form that drapes perfectly against the chair cushions, almost as if she is a goddess rather than an actual person. Fuck, she was perfect. Almost too perfect, and she was all mine. At least here she was. Seeming to catch onto the fact she is being watched, Amya sits up lazily and gives a stretch, causing her round, voluptuous breasts to rise and then fall as her red eyes come to rest on me.

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.