Annabelle Davis Nude Novels & Stories

With a sigh, she was about to walk away from him, but he suddenly carried her up into his arms and began heading towards the elevator, which made her give out a light yelp. Walking out of the elevator, she walked into her room, while he went to his own room. * Annabelle was seated on a stool in the bathroom as she unzipped the black hoodie she had taken from the lady she met in the restroom, before she pulled it out from her body and kept it on the counter. She began loosening her black belt from her black pant, before she unzipped her pant and threw it on the counter. She was left in her under pant and a black dress which was drenched and clenched to her body as it outlined her curves and b

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

“Hey, birthday boy.” A soft voice called from a few distance away. He glanced in that direction and his heart almost flew out of his mouth!! It was Annabelle and she was walking towards him. She had taken off her casual wear and was wearing a black bikini. His mouth opened involuntarily as she sauntered towards him. His eyes took in her hips as they swayed lightly. Her dark skin glowed as it was bathed in the dark moonlight and her stomach was slightly toned. Her appearance screamed beautiful but dangerous. She smirked as she reached him placed her hand on her hip. As if on cue, The DJ switched the song to 'Who’s that Girl' by MADONNA.

What the hell was that? At the judge's nod, they brought out a brown envelope which they gave to the judge Anabelle's heart thudded wildly as she watched the judge go through some photos and then it was displayed, a photo of her at night when she was coming back from Mason's place, on the first night she had gone there just to convince him to be her lawyer, she was dressed scantily and even the photos of those boys that wanted to take advantage of her were taken "Your honor, this is a photo of a woman who calls herself a responsible mother, she left her son in the hand of God knows him to go and party"

The ejaculate from her pussy squirted down the folds of her prom dress. "You going to have a little black baby," Imani whispered, her voice cheerful. "You going to be a mom." After the black guys finished with her, the film crew wanted a turn. They laid down their cameras, stood Annabelle up, and then bent her face down over the table. Someone raised her knee, putting it on the table. Something wet seeped from her cunt. A small puddle of juice pooled on the floor between her legs. Annabelle felt the scratchy tip of the marker on her back; the cowboys standing around the table read it and laughed. They took turns fucking her, but none of them fucked her long enough to come.

"I'm surprised your little rocket hasn't launched yet. I can tell you are so, so close. Maybe a different view will help you finish your job, I haven't got all day you know, I've got a story to finish." Ann stood once more. She leaned over at the waist against her computer desk. " What if I show you this." She hiked her skirt up at the back, slowly revealing the back of her thigh high nude stockings. "Do you like that? Cum for me lover." Her skirt raised further, showing the back suspender straps, and then a glimpse of the nether regions of a pink G-string covering her pussy and crawling up her ass cleft. The camera came a bit closer and became a bit unsteady. The lens began to shake a littl

"Oh God Annie, fuck me again please." Annabelle knew that the reading of the statement was about to be televised again, so she knelt on the settee, between her mother's legs, pushed the hem of her miniskirt up to her hips, and buried her face in her mother's pussy. Fiona watched herself on the tv as her daughter licked her with her long wet tongue, and pushed the middle finger of her right hand into her cunt.

He was hoping the old man would reach out to him before the week runs out. ………………... Annie Davis woke up feeling a bit nervous as she remembered today was the day. The day she would find out if she was pregnant or not. The day that will determine whether she should start preparing for motherhood or not but above all she silently prayed to God to give her the strength to go through what might come her way, especially if the result turns negative. Annie skipped her morning prayers, got down from her bed and rushed into the bathroom. She took the pregnancy sticks where she placed them the previous night on the bathroom counter and read the instructions again.

“You’re a funny one.” At first, I couldn’t make sense of the video. I leaned in, squinting, trying to understand what was happening. It showed a room, an empty room. On second look, it looked exactly the same as this room, with some furniture changed. After a few seconds, Annabelle walked in, dressed in a fluffy gray bathrobe, drying her hair off and humming a tune. “What is this?” I asked, turning to her. “The truth.” She placed a hand on the top of my head and turned my head back to the laptop. “Continue watching.”