Blanca Guerra Nude Novels & Stories

Whatever was about to happen, it was clear that this encounter with Luna Blanca was taking a most unexpected turn. Soon enough, she began stripping off her clothes and my oh my, she really was hot, under those clothes. Her plump ass jiggling with every movement she made. I could hear her subtle giggles as it was obvious she could see my raging erect member reflecting on the big mirror in front of her. Thinking it would end in just a strip show, she began walking towards me with a naughty smirk on her lips.

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 would have loved to fuck you, but there are so many people here.” "Stupid bitch," he sneered, his defiance earning him a punch from Blanca. The force of the blow caused blood to spill from his mouth, a small taste of the agony that awaited him. She swiftly taped his mouth shut to stifle his screams. With a deliberate slowness, Blanca knelt in front of him and pulled his legs, positioning them for her next cruel act. The man struggled against his restraints, his muffled screams filling the room. With a calmness that belied her sadistic nature, Blanca methodically removed the man's toenails. The pain was excruciating, evident in his agonized struggles and cries. It was a gruesome act, but I

he added pulling the gun from his belt and tapping it with his index finger. I hesitated for a few moments as he stared at me waiting, and I reached for the top button of my shirt. As slowly as possible, I undid the buttons, Andrea's hungry eyes on me the entire time, until I could shrug it off my shoulders. He stepped forward and placed his hands on my waist, admiring my bare skin. "You have a beautiful body, Blanca," he said. "Lie down." I stared blankly. "Get on the bed, Blanca," he ordered as he ran his hands up my sides to my chest.

“Kaliah—enough!” She froze. Her breathing was heavy but measured, her fists still clenched. Her head turned slightly toward the voice—her brother. The idiot guard behind her didn’t get the memo. He lunged again. She sidestepped, caught his arm mid-air, and flipped him flat on his back. My Beta stepped forward and looked at me. “Shall we expel the intruders?” I ignored him, too caught up in watching the woman. “Mate!” I shouted, causing my Beta to freeze.

, the woman tries to stop me, “I ask you to calm down, the doctor will examine you.” “I don't want to!”, I rebel, pushing away the hands that are trying to restrain me, “Don't touch me!” A knock on the glass catches my eye. I look in the direction of the sound and see Blanca on the other side, waving her hand. Confused, I stop struggling as I see her enter the room, wearing a sweatshirt and pants. Her haggard look makes her look ill. “Miss de la Rosa, you should be in your room”, the nurse complains.

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"

He returned with his kit and started going through his ink. "With a touch of extraterrestrial stuff," Blanca added. Perry opened a fresh needle. "Where do you want it?" Blanca removed her Thrasher sweatshirt, revealing only a bra underneath. Well, at least she wasn't completely topless. Her brother would lose it if he saw her like that in front of Perry. "I'm thinking right here," she said, pointing to her ribs, just below her green bra. "I'm no longer here," I declared. "If you need me, I'll be ignoring both of you." I inserted earbuds into my ears and drowned them out with some Nirvana.