Brittany Williams Nude Novels & Stories

Brittany said, showing Aria the screen. The photos were damning. Aria's body draped across the blonde man's chest. Her head against his shoulder. Her hand on his arm. They looked intimate. They looked real. And she didn't remember any of it. "How did you—" Aria started, but Brittany was already texting. "Consider it done," Brittany said, and the malice in her smile was terrifying. Aria's hands were shaking as she reached for her phone. She had to call Noel. She had to explain. He would listen to her. He had to.

Brittany squirmed in need, but freely admitted, "I mostly watched her when she wasn't looking. I was afraid she might stop if she caught me watching her." Beth moaned at the image and purred out, "Were you fantasizing about rubbing my daughter's pretty little pussy, sweetie?" Brittany bit her lower lip and quietly answered, "Yes." Beth trailed her hands up the girl's thighs, before asking, "Have you ever watched lesbian p**n?" Brittany hesitated, but then answered, "Not with Jennifer." Beth's smile widened as she asked, "But you have watched lesbian p**n by yourself?"

Brittany was left with her skirt which she removed hastenly. You don't have to be worried, baby. Just relax. Brittany touched Anna’s nape before touching her boobs. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her light garment. So Brittany could easily grab her nipples through her garment. Brit…. She took in a deep breath as she crossed her legs together. You know what we are doing is not right. You are married to Alex. Shush…Brittany placed her hands between her delicate soft lips. I sleep with whoever I please. Don't call what we share a wrong doing. Having sex with you is never wrong. Brittany made her understand.

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Noah's Touch. Britney's POV. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the bad ass Bitch back then in Normshill. Britney Williams." Noah who I had just met teased as his lips curled up in a Venomous sneer. "I never believed you would come back to this place, Britney. Did you come looking for me? Don't be shy.. you can open up" he urged, staring at me with those charming eyes of his. "I won't bite like I did…"

It was Gabby. "Arghh! What does she want now?" He reasoned but opened the message anyway. There were several pictures of her in a sexy black and purple lingerie. Brittany noticed how Richards jaw were left wide open after picking up his phone and it got her curious. She sat up straight, pulling the sheets along with her. "Is that your fiance?" She asked, the shock louder than her voice. Richard quickly got up and started dressing up. "I've gotta go now" "Hold on! Simply because she dressed up and sent a few pictures in weird poses, you wanna go back to her? So what? I'm just gonna be your little slut while you keep being with your naive little Gabriella?" Brittany asked standing up naked.

I knew there was something wrong the moment I stepped into her house. Her house was a mess.. And it was way too quiet, I made my way upstairs stealthily. I saw an unmoving figure laying on the bed, I cautiously made my way over. It was Brittany, she was almost unrecognizable. She lay naked in a sticky pool of her own blood , I grimaced at the sight, who could have done this? Her eyes were still wide opened and horror filled, the sick fuck must have killed her and had sex with her dead body repeatedly

She went over to the coffee table, and picked up the pictures of her and her friends. She was totally nude in all of them. In one she was sitting on the edge of the hot-tub, her friend Misty climbing out beside her. In another she was leaning back, and Misty was rubbing her tits against Krista's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Krista was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Misty was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towe

The fellow went closer to it, crushing it to the ground. Brittany stood up, ready for her attacker. She was taken unaware, but won’t give in to weakness. The fellow is a young lady of about 25 if she is not mistaking. A wide smirk plastered on the evil lady’s face as she watches her. “What do you want from me” Brit asked, authoritatively