Bernice Burgos Nude Novels & Stories

Her hazel-brown eyes knocked the wind out of my lungs. But her body. My, her body. Even with the red silk robe on, every curve announced itself. “You must be Bianca” she said with a distinctive English accent, walking close enough for her perfume to pull me further into whatever spell she was already casting. “Y… yes” I stuttered, and she titled her head slightly. “You're cold. Don't tell me my photographer's nervous about her first nude shoot.” What? Photographer? Nude shoot? Huh?

I screamed. "Oh, we will," Adam laughed. "And you? You'll carry this shame forever, bitch!" They turned me over and ripped my shirt off. Their laughter echoed disgustingly. "You sick bastards!!" I sobbed. "Go ahead and scream, Bernice! No one's coming to save you!" "Take off her bra! I want to see if she's flat or not!" "You want to taste her? I bet she's a virgin! She won't say a word if we keep the pictures!"

He completely fell into a state of panic, struggling, his mouth uttering incomprehensible sounds. The door of the basement room opened, and he saw a woman walking towards him, she was extremely beautiful, and her sharp eyes attracted the other person, she was so beautiful that she looked like an elf. Seeing the woman, Boniface was momentarily surprised, then he stopped struggling and stopped screaming. Seeing his reaction, Bertha gave a cold smile. "It seems like you've been looking at my photos a lot lately. Haven't seen you in many years. I'm probably a lot more beautiful so you can immediately recognize me as soon as you look at me, right?"

I had just come out of my door when Bernice appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path. My eyes widened as I took in her appearance. She had changed into an even skimpier outfit—a sheer baby pink top that left nothing to the imagination and tiny transparent white shorts that barely clung to her hips and outlined the lips between her legs. Her nipples were erect and almost poking out of the transparent fabric. In short, she looked like a slut. "Bernice, what....." "Where are you going?" she interrupted, folding her arms across her chest. "To Hunter’s room," I replied, confused by the sudden shift in her demeanor.

The scraggly branches had torn the fabric easily, exposing her snow-white skin and full breasts. Her nipples are pink and perky in the breeze and Landry watches as the noblemen look to them and lick their lips. He runs, getting close enough to hear what the disgusting men are saying. “Gorgeous Omega, all alone, you need a strong Alpha. Let us take you home.” With those words, one of the noblemen reached out to touch Bernice, and Landry’s resolve snapped.

WHEN OLD FLAMES RETURN The door swung open, and Carlo froze. There she was. Bernice. Time hadn’t changed her as much as he thought it would. The same sharp jawline, the same confident walk. Her hair was tied back tightly, platinum-blonde. She wore a back coat over a tight black tank, and her eyes were still cold and calculating. “Well,” she said with a smirk, “you still look like trouble.” Carlo blinked. “Bernice?”

Greets lady Iris. Berenice scans Iris's appearance from toe to head, then she smirks, "not bad." Lady Iris looks beautiful in her glittery red slim-fit dress that flaunts her S body frame. "Of course, lady Benerice, my fashion doesn't look bad compare to..." Lady Iris looks at Benerice with mocking eyes with a devilish smirk. But Berenice cuts the blazing stares from lady Iris by turning around elegantly in her dress and stops to give Iris a straight face.

Bernice was sprawled in her seat and watched her friends or rather, the rich kids her age with whom she had gone to school, drink and have fun like nothing else mattered,they were free, they had friends, they were not betrayed by the only person they considered a friend, hehe, they didn't even have a crush they had been obsessed with since the age of ten, dumb perfect they were, she thought as she took a glass of wine to her mouth. Her eyes drifted to the other glass on the table, it was champagne, and it gave her even more heart ache. But she wouldn't lose it, she had to be strong. Bernice took another sip and placed the glass down, she then looked around and saw that no one's attention was

We had to take baths in the stream to rid us of it all. Instead of answering her, I pulled the tunic she brought for me in the rucksack over my head, then yelled for Cherum to come over. “I know you’ve seen naked women before,” I smirked as he continued averting his gaze. He tripped on a large rock while walking over to us because of it. “I have, but you’re my Luna, lass. I’ve never seen you naked, nor do I desire to.” “Why not?” Beretta smacks my butt harshly, making me yelp and Val growl. “She looks quite exquisite in the nude. Our captain has had to order the men not to gaze at her because of how captivating she is?”

She was tall, at least 5' 10," maybe more, with hair so silky black that it looked blue. Her skin had an olive tint, perhaps from a long-distant gypsy background. Her eyes were dark brown and wide set above high cheek bones and a heart-shaped jaw line. Her lips were full, and sensuous. Just a gorgeous woman. Today she wore her work uniform, except that it was not her real work uniform. It was special outfit she'd created just for me, made of typical uniform material, but tailored to be extraordinarily tight, emphasizing the enormity of her chest, the dramatic narrowing of her waist and flowering of her hips. The top three buttons of the uniform were undone, exposing nearly a third of her gor