Amira West Nude Novels & Stories

I push it open. Amara’s sitting on my bed, one leg crossed over the other, her phone in her hand. She’s wearing one of those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover her ass and a tank top that’s more strap than fabric, her dark hair damp like she just got out of the shower. The screen of her phone glows against her face, but she doesn’t look up as I step inside. “Close the door,” she says, her voice low. “Wouldn’t want Lila to hear, would we?”

She speaks loud and clear, but by the hazy look in his eyes, she doesn’t believe he hears her. She feels her pants ripped off of her, the cold air shocking every thought besides lying half-naked under Calix right now from her mind entirely and rendering her completely mindless. His hands run over her body like it is a temple and he is worshipping it, heat tracing everywhere his fingertips touch. Her clothes are quite literally ripped off of her and thrown to the ground, with Calix quickly disposing of his own clothing. Amira is shocked and senseless by the view in front of her, only ever imagining what this experience might be with a guy like Isaac and his scrawny figure.

She stopped for a while and leaned her back against a tall tree. “If you walk on the highway naked, I assure you that you will be in trouble. I’m not saying this to generalize men in Drysdale, but some of them were just born perverts, you know.” “W-what?” Amara glanced back at the human who was carefully watching her from a distance. “I said some men were just born perverts, and if one of them sees you walking naked on the highway, you’ll be in big trouble...” “No, not that one!” Amara walked towards her and gripped her arms firmly. “Where are we?”

* * * * * * * * * AMARACHI "Amara why do you look so pale?"Aunty Lydia asked as i dragged my feet into the leaving room, holding the polythene bag containing Mrs Justice's spoilt fabric. I slumped on the ground. I couldn't even talk. "Chimo. Amara are you pregnant? Why do you look so dejected?"She asked as she came over to me. The polythene bag dropped from my hands and she took it. Opening it and bringing out Mrs Justice's fabric, aunty Lydia let out a loud shriek.

Then what was Amira? A lie?

I wanted Amara to be perfect tonight. My eyes sought her and I saw her, sitting on a high backed chair, inspecting herself in the hand mirror a lady held up to her. She was perfectly but seductively dressed in a thigh length, low backed glittering sequin gown. Her breasts were scarcely contained. She had on a diamond choker at her throat. Her makeup was light and natural- just the way I wanted it to be. I could feel my traitorous member stiffening again in response to her charms.

Chief Amara stood and circled me, running her manicured nails down my spine and over my ass cheeks. “Never been with a woman?” she asked. “No, ma’am,” I whispered. “Good. I like breaking in new girls.” She pushed me gently onto the bed. “On your back. Legs wide open. Show me that cunt.” I lay down and spread my thighs. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy. My outer lips parted naturally, revealing the slick pink inner folds already glistening with fresh wetness. Chief Amara stripped off her dress, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and a smooth, plump pussy. She climbed between my legs and stared at my hole.

He chuckle walking away. “Pervert” Laila said in disgust as walk out if the mansion. At Aaron mansion, After Amanda step into their home, she walk straight to their bedroom and strip her self naked. Her stomach is already protruding, she went into the bathroom and stood under the shower. The cold water pour down her naked body from her dark fine jet black hair to her beautiful feet.

Meanwhile, as Aidan stepped into his room with his jacket slung over his shoulder, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Amira lying on his bed, dressed in a revealing outfit and posing in a seductive manner. "What took you so long? I've been waiting," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. Aidan surveyed the room with a mix of surprise and confusion, taken aback by Amira's unexpected actions. She dropped to her knees on the bed and leaned forward, her G-string in full display, a calculated attempt to entice him with her seductive gestures. "What are you trying to do, Amira?" He frowned, clearly unimpressed with her antics.

Amara tilted her head at me. Today big golden checkmarks dangled from her ears. The shirt she was wearing today had the picture of an American actor, Shy Lebouff posing his signature pose. The three words were printed on it. "Just do it!" No caps today. "You were coming?" With folded arms, she nodded. "I'll be waiting for you, out here." "But, it's kinda hot out..." "I'm going to wait here." She repeated herself firmly. "O-okay." There was no use arguing with her when she was making such an adamant expression.