Annabelle Peach Nude Novels & Stories

A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought as my assistant walked in. “Miss. Scarlet, the press conference is about to start!” Annabelle said to me. She was a lifesafer at 5 feet tall, slender build and beach blonde hair. She wore the signature black professional dress with flats. She was the perfect assistant and someday, she will do great on her own.

Annabelle handed me the gifts they brought. Suddenly, my eyes widened and I looked at Annabelle's face. "Wow thanks to you and also to your friends," I said with a big smile on my face. While Annabelle was handing me the gifts they had brought to me, I just realized that I was wearing only a shirt, no bra, and very short cycling which makes me surprised and restless. The shirt I'm wearing looks transparent so my pink nipples are really clear to see. "Oh my God! It's embarrassing!" I whispered to myself as I secretly looked at them one by one.

“Go try it on in the bathroom. Your underwear is inside this bag.” I got up from my seat, carefully avoiding nail contact with anything as I walked over to Annabelle to take the bag. “Oh, don’t worry, the nail polish is dry. We used the quick drying product on you.” Annabelle told me while handing over the bag. I took a peak at my black nails that had a metallic gold line down the centre of them and decide not to test my luck. Carefully, I walked inside the bathroom and shut the door. “NO PEAKING!” Annabelle yelled from behind.

" He does not like..." " The cameras, blablabla... Honestly Annabelle, your life is really complicated." Annabelle turned to her friend who was already heading towards the small mirror, surely to get a makeover... Kara valued her appearance especially when she had an appointment. Annabelle looked at her carefully. She was beautiful... Very beautiful... Redhead with freckles and tall, she had the body of a model. She had long legs with thin skin. She loved to wear heels even to go and throw the trash. Annabelle smirked as she looked at her friend.

Alpha Zayn walked of his huge grand house, wanting to find a perfect slut to warm his bed and him tonight. The moment he got outside and felt the cool breeze, his eyes landed on a familiar slim figure, who instantly arose something in him.. He stood one aside, quite unnoticeable and narrowed his eyes, that were full of lust right now at the figure solely occupying his eyes. Anabelle was busy trying to gather everything she had bought from the market women in the Pack market. It was evident their status had changed over the years with the way she was now dressed in surely expensive attire, that gave out her slim but eye catching figure, highlighting her gorgeous petite face.

I replied. Liyana nodded approvingly. "You were listening." "Always " I said. Valerian reached under the table and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back and almost immediately a shadow fell over our table. "Sereia. What a surprise " Annabelle greeted with an overly sweet smile etched on her face. My blood went cold. Annabelle stood at the edge of our table. She was wearing a red dress, her hair was perfect and her smile was sharp. She looked at Liyana, at Valerian and then back at me.

she said in a voice one spoke in the bedroom. Greg smiled. He understood the game and was gonna play along. "Let me buy you a drink," Greg said giving her his sexy smile. "Do you plan on getting me drunk?" Annabelle asked playing with her hair. She raised her right leg and placed it slowly over the left one revealing her snake tattoo. She was wearing a tight small dress which did very little in covering up her body. "I wish I could," Greg replied sipping his drink. Annabelle stared at him with her heavy mascara eyelashes.

"Perks of being a billionaire." Annabelle was already tugging off her light dress, revealing the bikini she'd apparently been wearing under her clothes all day, as if she had planned this moment. "So, is this a bachelorette party?" She raised the bottle of champagne she had "borrowed" from the wine cellar, her mischievous smile glowing under the moonlight. "Kind of lame, don't you think? No strippers, no embarrassing games..." "Perfect for me," I said, stepping into the water still wearing the loose T-shirt and shorts I'd put on after dinner. The heat of the pool against my skin was instantly relaxing.

Anna remained bent over the coffee table, her full tits pressed flat against the wood, ass up and legs spread obscenely. Thick cum from Marcus already oozed from her bright pink pussy, the puffy lips swollen and glistening under the lights. Her inner folds — that vivid, candy-pink center — fluttered visibly, pushing out more creamy white seed that dripped down her thighs in slow, filthy rivulets.

Annie stood near the pool, a neon cup in her hand, her smile radiant as she chatted with friends. But her breath caught when she saw a familiar figure step through the gate—Abby Pritchard, her hair a cascade of dark curls, her brown bikini paired with a long, dark cover-up that made her look effortlessly cool. Annie’s heart swelled, and she dropped her cup on a table, rushing to her friend. “Abby!” she cried, throwing her arms around her. “You came! I wasn’t sure you would.” Abby hugged her back, her smile soft but tinged with sadness. “Couldn’t miss your eighteenth, Ann,” she said, her voice warm. “You look amazing. This place is insane.”